When we moved into our current house, I thought perhaps the neighborhood was too boujee for me because our neighbors owned (not one, but) two fresh Honda Civics. I thought they would likely cry about how loud I rock and how often I clean the cat box. For no
great reason, I've always associated fresh Hondas with class climbers. I was walking around somewhere and found this old Civic, looking awesome. One time I saw a Civic on the high way and I could have sworn it was from 1990. Like a tall drink of water, yet aging like a sharp cheddar.
Did you ever meet them? I once had the same feeling about some neighbors, but because they parked a lil more than 2 ft from the curb, always.
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