People slowed down and looked at me funny, wondering what I was doing sitting in my car on the corner of a harvested cornfield. Po-po drove by several times, but they didn't stop; I think someone may have told them ahead of time that someone would be there. The guy at my office who sent me out said that Gary, the guy that usually does the traffic counts, did one near a school one time and somebody called the police.
After it got dark, this car stopped near my corner, and a chick got out and started walking over. "Are you okay?" she asked. I said I was, and explained to her what I was doing. As she started to walk back to her BMW, I called out, "hey, do you have a little tv in your car?" because I could see it glowing in the darkness.
"Yeah, I have like three."
"Wow, that's awesome," I gushed. "That's phat." Man. Normally I would hate someone who had three tv's in their car, but she was so nice!