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vic (reading his car magazines): "the new mercedes is really nice. . ." (flip flip) "the audi a5 looks nice too, but it's a gas guzzler with that gas guzzler tax." . . . "we should stop by that porsche dealership." . . . . . "the new model of the acura mdx looks so different now, you can't tell it apart from the acura rdx." . . . . . "there's a new bmw m3 coming out, it looks nice don't you think?"

diana (deep in her own line of thinking): "i'm going to buy 2 bags of onion rings at whole foods tomorrow."

vic: "we are having two separate conversations."

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so our tt got rear-ended a few weeks ago. it's all fixed and pretty now, but at the time it was traumatic. i mean, the TT is my baby.

[in the elevators, it's me, vic and a nice older british couple who had just seen us outside with the TT and getting a police report for insurance purposes]

british gentleman (in a nice english accent): "i say (ok so i added the i say part, but the rest of this quote is true and verbatim), that's quite a shame what they did to the back of your silver porsche out there."

diana (frozen solid from standing outside and dazed and confused from entire scenario): "oh, you mean the TT? yeah."

british gentleman: "oh, it's an audi TT. nice looking car you two have got there. what a terrible shame."

vic says thanks. i smile politely.

diana (exiting the elevator): "that was nice, that they noticed us outside and said what they said."

vic (nodding): "yeah."

we're both quiet as we're walking down the hall to our condo, just thinking about what happened outside. we unlock the door and walk in.

vic: "on the bright side, they thought your car was a porsche."