On Monday, he picked me up in his stick-shift 70's car. It was my first time seeing and riding in it. The muffler was loud.
After lunch, I teased him, as usual.
"Do you know where you parked?" I asked him.It was nice spending a bit of time with him.
"Over there," he said, pointing at the general vicinity of the parking lot.
"Some things never change," I pointed out.
"Yes, for sure," he replied.
"Can I drive your car?" I asked him.
"Nope. Some things never change," he smiled.
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