Yesterday while driving to Ron’s parent’s house for Mother’s Day we had the following exchange:
Me: “WOW, that’s a very bright red car” as we pull up next to a bright, shiny, new looking and violently red Kia Soul at a stop light.
Ron: “The finish on the paint hasn’t been beaten down by the weather yet.”
Me: In fake-tired voice, “You mean it hasn’t been beaten down by the world yet.”
Ron: “Yeah, that Soul hasn’t been crushed.”