So today we all went to my bro's house for a late Thanksgiving dinner. While we were waiting for the burned-to-a-crisp turkey to emerge from the deep fryer, some of us were watching Comedy Central, and that ventriloquist dude everybody's talking about was on. One of his puppets started making fun of Prius drivers. My dad and I laughed, I said "gotta love those Prius drivers". My sister-in-law's stepdad didn't crack a smile. His Prius was in my bro's driveway. When I went to leave after dinner and I said my goodbyes, everybody spoke but him. He gave me a dirty look. HA!
Also, my sister-in-law's uncle is a self-styled car expert. He was commenting about my Sierra's Flowmaster exhaust, saying it made the truck sound like a diesel, "brum brum brum", he added for effect. He said he even asked my brother if it was a Duramax. When I told him I traded the Sierra on a Cobalt, he said, "don't you feel like you're in a box when you get in it? I would feel like I couldn't move." He's like 6', 260 pounds of blubber. I said "well, I'm only 5'5" and 145 pounds, so I fit just fine." He then asked if I got the hatchback or the four door. I informed him that there is no Cobalt with a hatchback.
Then, sis-in-law's sister's BF made a comment about the Tundra and how much he likes it. He was shocked to learn of the cost overruns to build the plant in TX, and when I told him they were selling at less than half of projections, he got a totally dejected look on his face.
Good Grief, what kind of family has my poor bro gotten tangled up with?