I decided to start looking for a car a few weeks ago, so I asked my dad to keep his eyes open for a decent, cheap, used one, since he works at a car dealership. My mom told me to call him a couple days ago, because he wanted to talk to me about something and the conversation went something like this.
Dad - What type of car do you have in mind?
Me - Preferably a Subaru Outback wagon or an Outback Impreza wagon.
Dad - How about a white one?
Me - I don't care what color it is.
Dad - Good, because it's sitting in our driveway.
It's a '96 Subaru Outback that he bought from a friend of the family who just got a new car.
Also, our back yard a kvlt as fuck and we have a cemetery adjacent to our horse pasture
