"Oh bloody hell" says an upset Watson, "my shirt is ruined"
"Well, you got to take it up with the owner", says Sherlock calmly.
"I've no clue who the owner is!" shouts Watson, still angry.
"Well, my dear Watson", says Sherlock, "You are pissed on and pissed off at the same time, it's Schrödinger's cat"
I feel like this could happen in Michigan as well (tiny farms with serious farmers driving Fords [and others] from the last millennia)
Vermont farmer was fixing the fence on his half acre when a Texan rolls by and stops. He rolls down the window and says " Hey there, how much land you got here? " Farmer says " half acre" Texan says " Do you know that I can drive my truck all day on my ranch and not even make it half way across? Farmer says " yep, I had a truck just like that "