On a rock climbing trip this past week, after a twenty-minute offroad trek through mud, washouts, minor flooding, and nasty ditches, we get to the "parking lot" at the bottom of a really steep rutted road out in the middle of the Kentucky wilderness. While we are getting our gear ready, an Explorer comes down the road into the parking lot and gives me props for making it there in my tiny little hatchback. Then,
Explorer Driver: "Will you be alright getting out of here?"
Me: *laughs* "Yeah, I'll be fine."
My brother (to me): "You should have asked him if he was going to be alright getting out of here."
And of course, we made it out just fine.