Gotta keep your wits about you in a city, Trumad.
I did this before. I walked out of the store, climbed into the waiting truck, babbling about one thing or another, "you wouldn't believe the line, what a pain in the ass...blah blah blah." I turned to look at my husband, and there was a strange man sitting there. He was smirking. I burst out laughing and apologized profusely.
You know, I'd always imagined Trumud as a woman.