Sitting in the passenger seat of a mate's beetle, half asleep after sharing driving duties from Cornwall to Scotch corner following a week-long reunion/party/road trip thing with very little rest...
I heard a tap on the window, looked up and there was a guy in his forties beaming at me.
Opened the window and the conversation went something like:
Him: Ooooh that's lovely, that is. Is it yours?
Me: Nope...
Him: I used to have one just like this when I were your age. Only it wasn't broken...
Me: Pardon? It's not broken...We've driven about 2,000 miles in it in the last week!
Him: It must be...Mine didn't look like that...
Me: What do you mean?
Him: All rusty and with broken suspension...Does it drive?
Me: It got here didn't it?
Him: Er...
Straaange.
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