A road-tripper driving all throughout the country, had seen everything he could possibly see and more, so now it was time to head home.
However, a few detours that were not there when he was riding out, left him sidetracked and eventually…
... got him lost.
The reason he was “sidetracked” at first, was that the change of pace allowed him to see even more and newer sights to add to his growing collection of experiences.
But everyone has to head back eventually.
He took being lost and groping around for signs to get him back on course, in stride at first, but it got old relatively quick.
Pulling into a restop and diner, he got a relieving meal and asked for directions.
“I’m trying to get back home…”
“Home you say? Where is that for you?”
The traveler told the waiter where he lived, but even before he got it out the waiter responded.
“Only one place? I thought you liked sightseeing, yet you only call this place your home…
...how prejudiced you are.”
The traveler wanted to justify himself and explain that this place he called home was only where he lived, sleeped, and worked out of.
“...did you not do that on your travels?”
The traveler realized he did just that.