Purge

One of the more ridiculous conversations today went like this: 

Me, parking the Bullitt in front of the coffee shop after shopping at the Farmers' Market. 

Them, a middle-aged couple pulling up on hybrids, also from the Farmers' Market. 

Him: "That's quite a setup you've got there."

Me: "Yes, it's our minivan."

Him: "So, you use it for shopping?"

Me: "Yes, we don't have a car." 

Him: "You must do everything locally."

Me: "Yes, that's what most people do, isn't it? We borrow or rent a car, if necessary."

Her: "It's quite a long ride to San Francisco or Tahoe."

Me: "We don't really go there that often. There are buses and trains that go, too. It's a lot more feasible when you're not paying a car payment each month." 

Him: "Wait, you don't have ANY car?" 

That was when I excused myself before I *facepalmed* myself to death. 

Here is the opposite of shopping that I did today. Donating. 

Notice the lighting difference? I waited a few hours in between rides so the temperature would drop until 97.