Retro: Nice rig, man
Sometimes my own idiocy amazes me. A week or so ago, I took the boys to Rick’s Bakery (best sausage rolls and donuts on the planet, but bad website – horribly broken in Chrome). As we were leaving and getting into the wife’s Armada, I heard the guy next to me, who was also getting into his car, say:
“Nice rig, man”
My back was turned when he spoke, so I turned around and said:
“Thanks, it’s my wife’s”
It was then I realized he was not talking to me, but to the burly, ZZ Top bearded biker on a Harley parked on the other side of him. They both looked at me like I was an idiot, which apparently I am. Best part: our eight year old son saw it all go down and fully realized what had happened. Not that he doesn’t already think I’m an idiot, right?
