I think it is important that I tell him stories, because he lives such a sheltered, insular life. His brushes with crazy are really regulated to the brief moments in the service industry. When he is not at the restaurant, he's primarily at home. I think traffic should be removed from the equation completely.
(I really am generous aren't I? So helpful and fair.)
Me: ...so isn't that weird?
Him: Yes, but you know ... people ...
Me: Yes, but seriously, I couldn't help but think ... who? What kind of crazy is that? I mean I'm not that kind of crazy.
Me: Well remember, this kind of crazy sleeps next to you every night ... except for when I'm sleeping ... WITH MY EYES OPEN