A recent exchange at home, prompted by images of Ford Mustangs and Pontiac Trans Ams on the teevee:
M: The cool kids all had Trans Ams when I was growing up.
Me: I wanted one really badly. I wound up getting a Ford Pinto instead.
M: And I got a Bobcat.
M: I guess I’ll have to work until I’m eighty to get a Mustang. (laughs)
M: Not one of those wimpy fake ones. It’d have to be a real ’60s Mustang.
Me: Which car would you rather have if you could afford it - a vintage Mustang or a Honda Element?
M: Hmm…I want to know what kind of mileage the Mustang gets…
Me: Mileage? (Laughs) Sweetie, it’s a fantasy! You’re worried about mileage?
M: (Laughs) I know, I know!
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M is obviously a socially-conscious fantasizer.
Or in her fantasies, we save the planet.