Interchange

I stopped at a rest stop on the 5 Freeway going north in California. I sat down at a picnic table to have lunch.

I looked up and was surprised to see a squirrel in one of the trees.

I said to the squirrel, “I can’t figure out how you got to this place. They’re just five trees at this rest stop. They’re no other trees for miles, just crops and the freeway. It doesn’t make sense.”

The squirrel said, “I have no recollection how I got here. I guess for some unknown reason life puts us in strange places that end up becoming our homes.”