If you’re a man, and you need a place to put your things, it might occur to you that a large, nicely made wooden box would be the way to go.
But wait! If people see you putting things into a nicely made wooden chest, they might assume that it’s a hope chest, and from that, of course, it follows that you are living in hope of soon marrying a man. (hence the name.)
Oh what shame and disgrace! All because you needed a convenient storage container for your various manly items.
Ah, finally! A box made just for men. At long last, I can put my things into a box without any risk to my masculinity and heterosexuality.
…, uh. Unless “ManBox” turns out to be gay slang for something, which seems plausible but I’m not going to Google it.
Carpool lanes (aka “HOV Lanes”) are a last-ditch effort to encourage people to save fuel. Ok, you won’t use public transit, you won’t buy a smaller car, you won’t move to live near where you work, could you at least carpool?
Nope! Finding a friend who also needs to go into the city would be effort, and we won’t be tricked into spending even the smallest amount of effort making the world a better place!
Here’s how we beat the system, outsmart highway planners, and maximize our fuel consumption and pollution :
The Man wants us to save fuel by carrying a passenger that needs to go to the same place as us! We’ll show them! We’ll spend money to find someone who doesn’t need to go where we’re going! Money, time, and gasoline will be wasted, but at least we hold our head up high and be proud that we haven’t helped the environment or the highway department in any way at all.
Except that won’t work. Nobody drives out of the big city during rush hour. Everybody drives in. So these “Ride Buddies” will either have to take a bus back home, or hang around in the city for eight hours, until the end of the work day.