Heh. As always, no?
It reminds me of a story. In 2005 I convinced Mrs. gitmo to go camping with me. We spent a couple weeks in the mountains with the little gitmos. She wasn’t thrilled with it, but she did OK. That was her very first experience camping. She told me she didn’t want to do it again.
That fall, Katrina hit the Gulf Coast. We were watching the folks on TV, apparently helpless after the storm. They were wandering the streets and nobody was there to help them.
My wife turned to me and said, “You know, if those people knew how to camp they wouldn’t be in trouble.”
I said, “Honey, now you understand what campings all about.”