I was in high school, hanging out with a friend, bending our consciousness, pretty far from home and feeling lazy, when these guys offer us a ride home. We say okay and get in the car, and before we can say where we live, they take off, careening wildly through neighborhoods and down streets we have never seen before. My friend and I were starting to feel like maybe this was worse than a mistake when suddenly we looked up and found ourselves in front of my house, having arrived there by some route that I could not have reconstructed if my life had depended on it. We got out, feeling kind of dazed and thanked our ride. They laughed uproariously and said "You don't recognize us do you? We're your garbage men!"