“Let’s recap what we’ve learned so far on this road trip,” Erica said. “The world would be a happier place if everyone had a kitten and an ice cream cone. Artificial intelligence is evil and we will be ruled by our toasters someday. And my apartment is clearly haunted.”

Brian tried to think of something witty to say.

Then inspiration flashed. “Don’t forget that I’m hilarious,” he said. “I made you belly-laugh when I told that story about Jesus meeting Ghandi and saying, ‘Hey, man. You’re way too thin. Go eat a cheeseburger or something.’”

Erica laughed hysterically. A good sign. Then she composed herself. “Sorry, Brian. I wasn’t laughing at your dumb joke. I saw the funniest bumper sticker when you were talking. It said, ’Slow down. Save jizz!”

Brian’s confidence deflated. Finally in a dejected tone he explained, “It was a political bumper sticker. It said, ‘Slow down. Save G.I.’s.’ Not jizz. It was about saving soldiers, not semen.”

“Don’t be fooled,” Erica said. “Advertising is always about sex.”