There was a flat Earth believer who decided to walk west until he fell off. In the end he came around, and it turns out the only thing he had to fear was sphere itself.
An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
A synonym strolls into a tavern.
At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar — fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
The roles of ‘nature’ vs. ‘nurture’ is an ongoing debate in the psychological field. But one’s preference for taking an elevator over an escalator is surely a difference in upbringing.