Sunday chat

I am recording the following conversation between a reader (r) and myself (n):



r: I have known you all these years and I never knew you owned a truck [referring to post from February 28]



n: Yes, you do know! Don’t you remember the time you needed a ride to Noah’s Ark where the water animals play?



r: You have never given me a ride in a truck. Well, once, you helped me move in a U-Haul truck, but that is it. And where do you keep the truck? Does it fit in your garage? Is it a pick-up? Like one of those Chevy pick-ups that they write songs about?



n: Of course not, it’s just a gray number, with a cracked headlight from the day you borrowed it and decided that you would fit it into a tight parking place at Border’s but couldn’t.



r: That is not a truck! It is nowhere near a truck! You are misleading your readership.



n: Listen, where I come from, a vehicle that is five times as big as you need or want it to be is a truck. A car is a little number that you zip through narrow passageways. This is a monster vehicle therefore, in my eyes, it is a truck. (sigh) People here can be so literal…