"I like it," he yelled from across the parking lot.
"It's a 2009 Subaru Forester," we shouted back.
"I know," he said. "Looks good."
Typically we'd rate this quick exchange right up there with catcalls from construction workers, but when these few words of light praise come from the biggest BMW snob ever to rub a Roundel, "like" and "good" take on a whole new meaning.
Pulling away, we sat up a little taller in the Forester's driver seat, tossing a saucy flip of hair to the indifferent gate attendant.