John and I were driving home one afternoon this week and as we turned the corner to our house, we saw something in the road. As we drove past I asked: Was that a fork? And without missing a beat, my witty husband said: Yes, Meredith, that was a fork in the road. A literal fork in the road.
Still makes me giggle.
And by the way, the fork is now in my recycle bin…so as not to puncture someone's tire or litter our neighborhood streets. I'm nice like that.