“Whaddayamean, it wasn’t covid?”
“It was, the trans-inorganic virus.”
Her husband lifts a mirror, and her headlights flip-up.
“Oh God! I’m a Porsche!” she yells, windshield wipers flailing.
“You’re amazing now, Gladys…”
“Oh God! I’m your mid-life crisis!”
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