It was only a ’93 Lincoln, but he it. Not a ding on it. Only 75,000 , even though it was 14 years old. The seats were like new, as was the headliner. the bells and whistles worked, including the cruise and the power seats and mirrors. It even 14 miles per gallon. What was not to ?

She hated it. She hated it because she he loved his car more than he loved . “We can’t go anywhere because all you do worry about what will happen to your car,” complained. “The last time we went shopping, after hour you stopped talking and listening to me. had that long face. I knew what you thinking about.”

“What was I thinking about?” he .

“You were thinking about your Lincoln!” She continued, “ we went out to the parking lot, you all around it to check for fresh dings. , when you saw none, you unlocked the car got in. As usual, you didn’t open the for me because you were so busy adjusting airflow out of the dashboard vents.”

“I just that to make you feel comfortable,” he said.

“ you really want to make me comfortable,” she , “sell this car.”