A conversation from today when the sirens were tested.
Me, dramatically: What is THAT noise?
Anja, matter-of-factly: It’s the psycho.
Me, doubtful that she knows what that word means: Oh really? What’s a psycho?
Anja, again matter-of-factly: It’s the truck that picks up all the psychos.
I even asked her if she meant cycles, but she insisted: psychos.