A man is standing in the middle of a road, saluting his flag and smug in the knowledge that, since he is okay, so the world is okay too.
A car drives up. Just before it is about to go past, it screeches to a halt. The driver opens his window.
'Hey there,' he says, 'You know there's a truck coming, yes?'
The man in the road looks at him quizzically. 'What truck? I don't see no truck.'
'That's because you're not looking the right way. It's coming - look!' Says the worried driver.
'I've always looked like this,' the man replies, 'what's wrong with the way I look? Are you criticising me? I don't take to folk criticising me..'
'Please,' the driver begs him, 'just turn around and take a look down the road. You're about to be hit by a truck, really! Get out the road!' By now he is almost shouting.
The man chooses to remain obtuse. 'Don't see many trucks round here. Figure I'd know if there was a truck coming. I don't see no tr...'