“Let me guess, you drive a shiny new truck. A Ram maybe, something lifted with big tires.” I shake my head. “I’ve got a new Chevy outside, sweetheart,” some guy two seats down says. He has a bushy beard with twinges of gray in it. He strokes said beard as he continues, “Just drove it off the lot yesterday. Want to take a drive?” “No thanks,” she says politely but firm.
