The other day, Jason and I were in our car driving home after running a quick errand. The van was in a tight spot, and I watched absent-mindedly as Jason liberally yanked on the steering wheel to make the sharp turn. After the turn was complete and the wheels were heading straight again, Jason mused , “You know what would be cool to have? An old-man knob.”
The words were barely absorbed into my bird brain before I was sputtering and choking back my own hearty guffaws. I managed to squeak out that he needn’t fear. He’d have one of his very own someday in the near future.
Jason turned a shade of pink and quickly attempted to cover his gaffe by explaining to me he meant a knob for the steering well. I winked at him knowingly as he gave me a withering look and then muttered something under his breath about not talking to me anymore.
Old-man knob.
It’s been days since the incident, and I’m still laughing about it.
