The Wrong Truck

Yesterday, Dot and I ran a few errands. She sat in the truck while I went and picked up a few things. When I got back to the truck, I said, “It sure is nice to come back to the truck and see a pretty woman in the seat”. She just looked at me and smiled. Well, I said….well, what? What would you say if you came back and a good-looking man was in the truck? Dot replied, “I’d say I must be in the wrong truck”. Oh well…🤷‍♂️