A Conversation at the Gas Station

At a gas station, my husband, Jason, watched an older lady fill up her car.

As he was wondering whether or not someone her age should still be driving, she pulled up to him, rolled down the window and said,

“Excuse me, sir…

My husband walked over,

“How can I help you?”

“What year is it?” she asked.

Feeling sorry for her, he replied, kindly,

“It’s 2022, ma’am.”

The lady looked at him strangely and said,

“No, your car. What year is your car?”