Whitey

This afternoon, as I was loading groceries into my trunk, a somewhat rusted out, green plymouth voyager ca. 1993 pulled into the spot kitty-corner from me. 3 adults emerged: 2 men and one woman. The woman appeared to be overweight and middle-aged, with a 6 year old boy for a hair stylist, a gap in her front teeth, wearing a mismatched sweatsuit, a pair of glasses that was also most likely from 1993, and a bluetooth headset in her ear. As these fine people walked past the compact Smart car next to my old Buick, this woman said to the man I assume is her unfortunate husband, referring to said Smart car: "Isn't that an ugly car?"