“How was your date last night, Billy?” his friend asked.
“Fabulous. We went to the concert, had a bite to eat, and then we drove around for a while until I found a nice dark spot to park. I asked her for a kiss, and she said that first I’d have to put the top down on the car. So I worked for an hour getting the top down—”
“An hour?” interrupted his pal. “I can put my top down in three minutes.”
“I know,” said Billy. “But you have a convertible.“