“Sir? Ma’am? Might there be a gala you could take us to? A ball? Charity fundraiser? Please, even a Bar Mitzvah? We’re ever so cold and wet and well-dressed!”

“Don’t make eye contact, Daphne. These gala-flies are everywhere.”

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Jason Torchinsky

Senior Editor, Jalopnik • Running: 1973 VW Beetle, 2006 Scion xB, 1990 Nissan Pao, 1991 Yugo GV Plus • Not-so-running: 1973 Reliant Scimitar, 1977 Dodge Tioga RV (also, buy my book!)