I was in my minivan with my kids at the grocery store the other day when a woman ran up to me out of nowhere asking for help opening a bottle. She thanked me and said it was the minivan that made her think I’d be helpful. “It’s a minivan - he has kids, I was thinking.”
When you drive a minivan you’re the whole world’s daddy, apparently.
Also, I can lay a piece of plywood flat in the back of my minivan. Most of these “manly trucks” out there with their back seat eating up their bed length can’t even say that.
What’s the real sign of virility, truck nuts or a minivan full of kids?
I was in my minivan with my kids at the grocery store the other day when a woman ran up to me out of nowhere asking for help opening a bottle. She thanked me and said it was the minivan that made her think I’d be helpful. “It’s a minivan - he has kids, I was thinking.”
When you drive a minivan you’re the whole world’s daddy, apparently.
Also, I can lay a piece of plywood flat in the back of my minivan. Most of these “manly trucks” out there with their back seat eating up their bed length can’t even say that.
Minivan, hands down!
a bicycle outside the cigarette store