Muriel and Gloria went out for a walk Friday night, as had been their wont for the past fifteen years. Muriel, ordinarily such a happy sort, complained that she simply hadn’t been in such an agreeable frame of mind lately.
“England’s such a fun place though,” said Gloria with a smile.
“Get a load of that,” she said. “Even the Michelin Man’s defying you to have a good time with those tires.
“Oh grow up!” cried Muriel.
“I’m hardly the type to party with car parts!”
“That’s what sets you apart from the rest of us,” complained Gloria.