Joke Okay. Editor and writer, dispatched to the Gulf, are lost in the desert sands. Winds howling, sun beating down.
Mirages appear, shimmer on the horizon, vanish into the merciless midday heat.
Editor and writer make desperate surge toward water, writer crawls hand over hand, immerses face in cool desert pond, and then looks up, appalled, to see that the editor is standing over him and peeing straight into the water. I'm making it better.