She was scrutinizing his car when he came out. She looked around as he approached.
“Nice car”, she said.

He looked at her quizzically. The car had not been washed for a week, and being black, it showed clear signs of dirt. It had looked blacker and sleeker on other days when she did not choose to comment on it.

She continued. “It looks like a dignified, gigantic beast that has been tamed, one that has forgotten its roar and purrs instead. Don’t you feel like you are sitting on an elephant, when you drive?”