Wonder What That Was About?

I was loping around the basement with my dust mask on, when I heard screaming from the parking lot out back, adjacent to the cemetery. The screaming had that distinct, teenaged, just-too-much-fun emotional edge. I went out the back gate and saw a pickup truck by the cemetery fence. The truck quickly backed up and drove away. I could hear the screams dwindle away in the distance as the truck departed.

My only regret is that I did not pick up a garden tool and quietly lope over to the driver's window to make an unexpected appearance....