I asked my wife if we could buy one of these Winnebago Chieftain things, quit our jobs, and drive around the country. She said no.
I said, “But there’s a stove and a bed right inside whatever you call this thing.”
She said, “They’re RVs… from the ’50s.”
I said, “Okay, so what if I could find one?”
She said, “It wouldn’t work. They’re giant pieces of shit.”
I said, “But what if it did work, and it had this sweet-ass green shag carpeting all over?”
She said, “You get claustrophobic in Target.”
I said, “Only if other people are there.”
She said, “Where would the baby sleep?”
I said, “There’s a door that leads to a bedroom.”
She said, “That door leads to a tiny, tiny bathroom.”
I said, “There’s a bathroom in this thing? Pack your bags, man. We are leaving.”
She said, “Hon, take out the trash.”
2 Warps to Neptune 