When my doctor asked me about what I did yesterday, I described my day:
"Well, yesterday afternoon I waded across the edge of a lake, escaped from a mountain lion in the heavy brush, marched up and down a mountain, stood in a patch of poison ivy, crawled out of quicksand and jumped away from an aggressive rattlesnake."
My doctor responded, "You must be an awesome outdoors man!"
"Well, no," I replied. "I'm just a terrible golfer."