As I was driving today, I passed a semi-load of hay.
For as long as I can remember, when I see a load of hay, I yell, "hay!" and point... hoping to get whoever is in the car with me to look and see what it is. They then see that yes, it's hay.
You see, it's a contest, whoever tricks the other into looking at the hay, wins.
Like a slugbug, but without pain.
Usually I win, but Stuntman has caught me a few times.
My friends and I did this when we were teenagers in the country, and now I'm an adult in one of the largest cities in the world, and I continue the tradition.
I amuse easily.