Car pun goes here
I bought a car this week. It's a used 2005 Malibu Classic. It is grey.
Last night I took it to Brother Tony and New Sister-in-law Diana's apartment.
It's a pretty straightforward sedan, so once we had looked over the interior and under the hood, I opened the trunk. One of my parameters for a car had been "a big trunk". Maybe I was channelling Clive Owen in "Sin City".
Since it's a newer car, there's a little release pull inside the trunk. The scene from "Back to the Future" where Marvin Berry cuts his hand with a screwdriver getting Marty McFly and his keys out of the trunk would not happen with a 2005 Malibu Classic.
New SIL Diana gained a lot of fun-points by wanting me to close her in the trunk so she could try out the safety release. Mom made a disapproving noise, but Tony just put on his best Complete-Lack-Of-Control face that all modern men have had to perfect post-feminism.
Diana helped herself into the trunk, and I closed it. There was a squeal and muffled exclamation from within, and I worried the trunk button on the keyless-entry fob. But a second later Diana opened the trunk from inside and repeated, with much enthusiasm, "It glows in the dark!"
ADDENDUM:
Diana: "You could fit three people in there!"
Hal: "Or six dead hookers."
Mom: "Tch!"
Last night I took it to Brother Tony and New Sister-in-law Diana's apartment.
It's a pretty straightforward sedan, so once we had looked over the interior and under the hood, I opened the trunk. One of my parameters for a car had been "a big trunk". Maybe I was channelling Clive Owen in "Sin City".
Since it's a newer car, there's a little release pull inside the trunk. The scene from "Back to the Future" where Marvin Berry cuts his hand with a screwdriver getting Marty McFly and his keys out of the trunk would not happen with a 2005 Malibu Classic.
New SIL Diana gained a lot of fun-points by wanting me to close her in the trunk so she could try out the safety release. Mom made a disapproving noise, but Tony just put on his best Complete-Lack-Of-Control face that all modern men have had to perfect post-feminism.
Diana helped herself into the trunk, and I closed it. There was a squeal and muffled exclamation from within, and I worried the trunk button on the keyless-entry fob. But a second later Diana opened the trunk from inside and repeated, with much enthusiasm, "It glows in the dark!"
ADDENDUM:
Diana: "You could fit three people in there!"
Hal: "Or six dead hookers."
Mom: "Tch!"