Courtesy

This morning I went down to look at boyfriend’s courtesy car. It’s a little smaller than his previous cars (he’s had a few now..). I was walking around it, and saying ‘it’s not so bad!’ and he was saying ‘no it’s awful’ etc. Someone walked past from putting their rubbish out and I got into the car to see the inside. Boyfriend turns to me from the driver’s seat and points out the neighbour just got into the exact same car in white, that he obviously owns. That he chose. And is proud of. Oops.

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