Gosh it was hard to say no to that voice.
Whenever I unrolled the window, my mother gave me these wise words:
So Uncle Richie was a great uncle I had…or…maybe it was a great great uncle…or…cousin…or something…who…liked to roll down the windows.
One day he was playing out the window, and–
HONK HONK VROOM
So you can bet I spent my growing-up years in the car like this:
(My arms survived childhood.)
Wouldn’t you know it, I was at a work meeting and told everybody this story, and do you know what they said??
Uncle Richie: Common Name? Or VAST PARENTAL CONSPIRACY?