When you see it on television or in a movie, you always cringe:
“I’ll be fine alone in the dark woods with a flashlight we both know doesn’t work well or a rusty lantern that could be taken out with one light breeze.”
“Don’t worry! What could possibly happen as I wander off into the cornfield towards the sound that has everyone freaked out.”
“I’ll be fine, babe. Trust me.”
It’s not your word she’s worried about, Einstein. It’s the giant maniac with the hatchet and his friend with the giant teeth and claws.
They know where to find you. And we like it when you make it easy.