Oh, Deer

Here's a short anecdote that demonstrates how, two years after moving from Long Island to Greensboro, I'm still a bit of a fish out of water:

My coworkers and I are heading to a local Mexican restaurant for lunch. We're driving on a new road, and I'm looking out the window at the remnants of what once been a wooded area.


"Hey look, that's funny. There's a treehouse!"


"Huh? No, I think that's a deer stand."


"A deer stand? That's what a deer stand is? I've heard of deer stands, but I guess I always thought they were something you put up to attract deer. I don't know, like a place were the deer would stand, or something?"


"Heh. No, a deer stand is where you stand, or sit, while hunting."


"It's got a roof, and walls. That hardly seems fair."


"As opposed to everything else about hunting that's fair, Mike?"