Just thought of one more. I used to go shooting as part of a foursome. We'd meet at the one guy's house and all ride to the the range in his old junker Cadillac. We'd shoot a few rounds of trap, then hit the rifle and pistol ranges, then back to his house to grill up some dinner and drink beer.
We were on our way to the range, with something near a dozen long guns, a couple of dozen pistols, and a couple of hundred pounds of ammo in the trunk of this old Sedan de Ville, sagging the back down like we're running moonshine. He gets pulled over. We're all laughing and giving the driver hell as the officer walks up.
The officer asks for his license and insurance, then says, "What are you fellas doing today?"
My buddy says, "Just driving around."