Conversation I had with my dad today as we were outside the supermarket.
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me:
*notices a cab that just so happens to be the modern make of a chevy impala*
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me:
ew
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dad:
what?
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me:
is that what impalas look like anymore? that's an awful looking car.
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dad:
you know, impalas used to be really nice cars. my friend had one when i was younger
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me:
what year was the model?
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dad:
uhh, '67 i think, with a really nice black paint job. yeah, they used to be beautiful cars, huge with four doors. then they modernized it and turned it into that *points to new impala* you have no idea how nice this car was
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me:
i know how awesome impalas are, i want one really bad. well a classic anyway.
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dad:
i remember one time, he was gonna sell it... i think he kept it though. i should've bought it.
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me:
why didn't you?
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dad:
he moved away or i didn't have enough money, i don't remember.
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me:
that sucks.
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dad:
come to think of it, i didn't see him much
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me:
why not?
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dad:
i don't know, he liked road trips a lot. he always came back after some time but he was gone a lot.
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me:
what was his name?
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dad:
john.
