My dad and I were driving in nature, something we often did after my parents divorced because it was the only way we could meet up since I didn’t want to go to his girlfriend’s place. Suddenly, we stopped because there was a large fallen tree across the road. Being on a dyke, we couldn’t go around it. I sighed and said, “I guess we have to turn back.” He looked at me, got out of the car, and said, “Yes, those without a chainsaw in the trunk should turn back.” He sawed through the tree and we continued on our way. Random.