Hippies

We came to a traffic light on our way home where a State Trooper was stopped with lights flashing. In front of the trooper was a minivan, obviously broken down in the right traffic lane. As we passed them on the left, our eldest made a comment.

“Ahh, a 30-year old woman,” he said, as if that explained everything.

Being in my thirties I was somewhat offended and unsure of the relevance of the driver’s age. “What does that have to do with anything?” I asked.