Some guys are driving back and forth down my street in an enormous garbage truck.  I think they are lost.
It's really an enormous garbage truck--one of those that are so big their rear ends are curved outward, and with those big swinging claw-arm things to lift big restaurant-size trash cans up and over to dump the trash into the top of the truck.
Its roof is crashing through my maple tree every time they pass.  Three times now.  I would go out and help them, ask them if they are lost, where are they going, how to get there, etc...but I'm stuck here, live blogging Mr. Romney's speech.  I wonder what he'll say!