RX: "Ooh! That's pretty!"(On the right side of the Roseholme Cottage garage, dwarfed by the towering bulk of the Nazi rollerskate parked next to it and the pennyfarthing bike leaning against its rear bumper, is a blanket-swathed MGB, once upon a time Bobbi's daily driver and now one of those "someday" projects that fill garages across America...)
Me: "Huh? Oh, a Triumph Spitfire. Cute! It looks clean..."
Me: "You oughtta see what kinda core charge they'll give you for your MGB."
*Well, the cars are eccentric and old. The dealer might just be some normal middle-aged dude, for all I know...