With right hand gripping the steering wheel, door swung wide open, I leaned over. Jeani gleefully laughs, "You were used to a smaller pickup truck. To get the newspaper, out of the 4 wheel drive you were leaning all the way, upside down, on your head, and you had one big butt cheek on the seat and I took your picture!" Laughing throughout the telling, she laughs again heartily.
"So, then another day," she continues, "you take me over, thankfully, in your car, you had me lean over to pick-up the paper."
That's when I gave her tit-for-tat, "I need to take a picture of your butt."
"Go ahead," she laughs, "you had only one butt cheek on the seat, I had both," she's absolutely in stitches. "It was funny at the time," she chuckles.
Meanwhile, I'm sure my new truck is bigger than my previous one. Everyone argues with me. I'm gonna get a yardstick and check the step height, and the seat width to prove I'm right.
Turning to her I start a new conversation topic, "I need to measure my ....."
"Butt?"
"No! TRUCK!"
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