Not the Right Button

Friday night is typically date night at our house. We go out with friends, family or just by ourselves. It's the one night that I am guaranteed not to have to cook, except on rare occasions.

This past Friday, we were headed to the restaurant of choice, and we were stopped at a stop light. Sitting next to us was a bright yellow VW Bug.

We were making fun of the guy driving, his obviously girlfriend/wife's car because there was flowers in a vase inside the car.

He was also digging for some serious boogers while sitting at the light. Then he tried the "Be cool" moves in hopes that we hadn't seen him.

Sorry dude. We saw. We wished we hadn't but we did.

As the light changed, and he quickly sped off, my husband noticed that he had a transformer image (like the robot people that movies and toys are made of) on the back window.

The following conversation occurred:

Him: There's a transformer sticker on the back window.

Me: What? Does he think that actually makes his car transform into a transformer?

Him: I don't know.

Me: I'm pretty sure that's not where the button is. (Up his nostril)


Date night is so fun.