Conversation I had with my dad today as we were outside the supermarket.
- me: *notices a cab that just so happens to be the modern make of a chevy impala*
- me: ew
- dad: what?
- me: is that what impalas look like anymore? that's an awful looking car.
- dad: you know, impalas used to be really nice cars. my friend had one when i was younger
- me: what year was the model?
- dad: uhh, '67 i think, with a really nice black paint job. yeah, they used to be beautiful cars, huge with four doors. then they modernized it and turned it into that *points to new impala* you have no idea how nice this car was
- me: i know how awesome impalas are, i want one really bad. well a classic anyway.
- dad: i remember one time, he was gonna sell it... i think he kept it though. i should've bought it.
- me: why didn't you?
- dad: he moved away or i didn't have enough money, i don't remember.
- me: that sucks.
- dad: come to think of it, i didn't see him much
- me: why not?
- dad: i don't know, he liked road trips a lot. he always came back after some time but he was gone a lot.
- me: what was his name?
- dad: john.
So I was going to make this about me. But Supernatural kind of took over. So that's what it is now. Supernatural, with a little me sprinkled in every once in a while. :)
