Guy in parking lot: What year is it?
Me (wondering if this is the live production of “Back to the Future” and Marty McFly has just arrived, wondering where he is): Huh?
guy: What year Honda is that?
me: Oh. It’s an ’88.
guy:: I thought so! I had an ’89. I stuffed an Acura engine into that thing. Man, it was fast. I loved that car. What does yours have?
me: Beats me. I’m not sure it even has an engine.
extended awkward silence.
These things never seem to come up when I’m watching Martha Stewart in the morning.