My gal pal, sk, and I headed out to run some errands on Saturday and then tend to date night. As we are turning a corner, we pass a woman driving a minivan, the following conversation took place:
Sk (seeing a stuffed animal through the windshield of the minivan): See, honey, other people have stuffed animals in their cars.
Me: Yes, but I’m assuming that she has a child.
Sk: There is nothing wrong with an adult having a stuffed toy in their car.
Me: That’s why you have Peter in the glove compartment.
Sk (laughing): It’s a good thing no one else can hear our conversation.
Me: This is why we don’t have friends.
I couldn’t make this stuff up even if I tried.