I was talking with a friend recently, and she told me a story about an incident that happened a few years ago when she was still living in the godforsaken part of the country where they can’t pronounce the letter “r.”
Anyway, a middle-aged male friend of hers bought a brand new, shiny, expensive red sports car and invited her and several of his other friends over for a party where he would unveil his new toy.
Well, she got there, looked at it with, one presumes, a raised eyebrow, and then, with an audience of half-a-dozen other friends of the owner, said, “Jeez, Jim. Why don’t you just paint a couple of blue veins along the sides?”
He never forgave her.