This post over at Mindy's place reminded me of something we did in high school.
There was this fault line that ran through my neighborhood. Some poor people's houses were divided by it! Talk about your foundation problems. Yes, this was in Houston, not LA! Gulf Coast Normal Texas Fault Class B. If you are wondering whether YOU live on a fault line, click on the link and you can fool around with a US Geological Survey doo-dad to your heart's content!
Anyway, this fault line. There was one street where the fault ran right under it, and there was a BIG crack and the difference in street levels across the fault was about 3 inches. One day on the way home from school my friend Chris and I started riffing on it: "Whose fault is that!?" "It's not MY fault!" "Is it YOUR fault?" Then we got the big idea to get those enormous bandaids that are 2 inches by 4 inches:
and paste them all over the fault line. We thought we were HILARIOUS, RIOTOUS, the funniest things since time began.
Maybe we were, for the 80's. But you know, Mindy's Austin-napper was surely pretty funny, too. At least to him/herself.