I had a date one evening and my father let me use his car.
The girl seemed to be very nervous and couldn’t stop touching everything. At one point she opened up the glove compartment and started looking through the items there. (I thought it was kind of nosy but my father knew I had a date and if he didn’t want the girl looking through the glove compartment he should have locked it.)
She pulled something out and asked what it is. Glancing her way I said that it was a tire pressure gauge, and explained how it’s used and how to read the white stick that slides out to determine the pressure.
“So why does your father keep it in the car?” she asked. I thought it was a good question since it meant that whenever I wanted to check the air pressure on my basketball I had to bring the ball out to the car. (But it did save my parents from driving into the kitchen when they wanted to check the tire pressure.)
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that she pulled out the white gauge and I decided to play a little joke on her. While looking out the windshield and pretending that I didn’t see I said, “we used to keep it in the house but my younger siblings would pull out the white stick and that stretches the spring on the inside and renders it useless. It’s kind of expensive, close to $150, so my father decided to just keep it in the car.”
She quickly pushed the gauge back in, put it in the glove compartment and closed it. She didn’t touch it for the rest of the date.
(It didn’t work out but not because of that.)