65LoveAffair
Whovian
I noticed, through the crack between the curtains of our front window, a distinctive tail light pattern across the street. I asked my son if that was a new Charger that had just pulled in. My son looked out, and said, "No, it's a Dart." I wasn't sure I heard him right, so I repeated, "It's a Dart?" He replied, "Well, that's what they call them, anyway."
You don't think he's prejudiced, do you?
You don't think he's prejudiced, do you?