duck-shaped pain

"Hey, you got a nice car."

"Hey, thanks. It was voted Car of the Year a few years back."

"Oh, one of those magazine polls or something. I've heard good things about that model."

"No, not the model. It was the car itself that was Car of the Year. The best individual car in the nation."

Blank stare.

Silence.

"Oh, okay, buddy, gotta go now. You and the car [1] have a good day."

[1] Note: I did not actually see the car in question.

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