The barber and I were talking cars. He’s into American muscle cars so it caught me a little off guard when he called my Corvette a bit of a “white trash purchase” but he didn’t mean it seriously. Once I realized he was joking I forgot about it and we switched subjects to talking about shifter carts.
Then this morning I was all proud when I realized the champagne from last weekend was still good but I was out of orange juice so no mimosa .... but hey I can improvise...
Maybe he wasn’t joking. Shit.