My mother wanted me to go to church to meet women. That's wrong, ain't it? 'Praise the Lord! Hey, how ya doing? Nice dress. Look, I'm going to go over there and get some of this wine and crackers, want some?'
If I stand here, I can see the Little Red Haired girl when she comes out of her house. . . Of course, if she sees me peeking around this tree, she'll think I'm the dumbest person in the world. . . But if I don't peek around the tree, I'll never see her. . . Which means I probably AM the dumbest person in the world. . . which explains why I'm standing in a batch of poison oak.