We’re going canoeing. I’m wearing shorts. The vinyl seat in his truck is very uncomfortable on my bare legs. I get a towel to sit on so my legs won’t stick to the vinyl.
He says, “My next truck is going to have cloth seats.”
“Oh,” I say. “When are you getting a new truck?”
He says, “When my dad dies.”
I’m thinking… he’s maybe planning to use inheritance money to buy a truck…? By the way, there’s not a lot of chance that his dad will die anytime soon.
Then the “aha” moment.
I say, “Your dad’s truck has cloth seats?”
He says, “Yes.”