“Are you blind!” shouts Pat. “That was a stop sign!”

Cuthbert nods. “Mustard! My shorts are off.”

“What he means is he’s a polysemist,” sighs Paula. Paula is wearing two seatbelts. “Sorry, he was the only ride I could get.”

“So what, he’s from Utah?” Pat squints at her. “I’m pretty sure that’s illegal.”

“Mormons aren’t polygamists or–” Paula hesitates. “Actually, you could make that argument.”

“Oh,” says Pat, “semi.”

“Yes! Polysemy! You’re getting it.”

“No,” says Pat, “there,” and points to the truck in their lane.

“Comma dash dash comma dash,” argues Cuthbert, signals left, and pulls onto the sidewalk.