The New Car

The New Car

“Take that back.”

“No. You take that back!”

“You said I should pick one out this time.”

“I meant, when I was with you, and approved.”

“Those words were not spoken. And why didn’t you tell me you were buying me a car this morning?”

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“But you said, and I quote, ‘How about you pick out your own car next time,’ remember?”

“I forgot. This was such a good deal. Besides It was implied that I would be with you if you picked one out...”

“Why? Because I’m a child? We happen to be the same age mister. Is it because I don’t know about cars like guys do? I took automotives in school, you majored in math. Maybe it’s the money? I got a fantastic deal on this car, better than the deal that you got on that piece of junk I’ve been driving for the past three years.

“No, it’s not any of that!”

“So, you don’t trust me to know what I want, what I need, what will make me happy? I did marry you, didn’t I?”

“Yes, and I do trust you. I trust you, and I love you and it seems like a fine car.”

“Well, what is the problem then?”

“It’s so... pink...”

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