WTF?

I can't prove it, but I swear I drove by a truck this morning that had the letters WTF plastered along its side. There was some more lettering about whatever business the truck was in, and maybe a phone number, but all I had time to make out was WTF. Which is, coincidentally, what I was thinking when I saw it.

I mean, WTF? What kind of name is that? I spent most of the day wondering what kind of business WTF might be in. I imagined that maybe they deliver expensive and bizarre novelty gifts, like a grand piano made entirely out of cheese ("this C sharp cheddar is delicious!") or dead farm animals stuffed with poutpourri. I can see the commercials now: A woman looks out the kitchen window to see two men unloading a large stuffed goat, and says, "Honey, WTF is in the driveway?" And her husband says, "Yes they are! Happy anniversary, dear. And thanks, WTF!"

I tried to take a picture of the WTF truck with my camera phone, but my timing was a bit off so I ended up with a picture of my dashboard and part of my steering wheel, which actually isn't as interesting as it sounds. Come to think of it, this raises an intriguing question. In California they are making it illegal to use a cell phone while driving. But does that mean it's going to be illegal to take pictures with your cell phone camera while driving as well? I hope not. I rely on my camera phone to document all the interesting stuff I see while I'm driving, like my dashboard and part of my steering wheel.

I'd like to be the test case for that no-cell-phone-while-driving law. I imagine the courtroom exchange going something like this:

Diesel: Your honor, I wasn't using my phone while driving, and I can prove it. These pictures clearly demonstrate that I could not possibly have been talking on the phone when Officer Fredericks pulled me over, because I was too busy taking pictures with it.
Judge: Well, let's see them.
Diesel: Ok, this is a hot jogger chick I drove past shortly before Officer Fredericks pulled me over. See, she's giving me the finger.
Judge: Uh huh.
Diesel: And this is Officer Frederick's flashers in my rear view mirror.
Judge: Ok...
Diesel: And here's Officer Fredericks, walking up to my car. See how mean he looks?
Judge: Hmm...
Diesel: Here he is again, closer up. See?
Judge: He does look kind of mean.
Diesel: That's what I'm saying. This is his hand, trying to grab my cell phone.
Judge: What's this next one?
Diesel: That's my dashboard, and part of my steering wheel.
Judge: Nice composition.
Diesel: Thanks.
Judge: What about this one?
Diesel: Oh, that's a couple of guys unloading a Virgin Mary shrine made from pancakes and old Spice Girls CDs.
Judge: WTF?
Diesel: Of course!
Judge: Well, I have no choice but to find you not guilty.
Diesel: Hey, that's great! And thanks, WTF!