Compliments I'm walking to my car from the store when I notice an older man looming around my car. I see this all the time, so it doesn't really faze me. He looks harmless and his car is parked next to mine. (An old Volvo stationwagon) I get in the car. He's still peering inside, trying not to make it obvious. "What kind of car is that that you have, miss? It says Mini, but what is that?" I roll down the window. "It's a Mini Cooper." "A Meetsubeeeshu?" "No, a Mini Cooper. It's made by Beeee eeeeM doubleU." "Well, it's a very nice looking car." Thanks, mister!