Yeah. What a maroon. Can’t be done, pressure you know and all that. Shoulda just planted her back in her seat and buckled her in. Tight. Several times.
After subduing her with a choke hold.
**What a maroon.**
If that was meant to be a question, my wife can’t tell you, and she WAS a “maroon”. Seriously. Back in the 70s, she attended Moline High School, Moline, IL. Their mascot is a “maroon”. When we started dating, I was curious about her alma mater’s unusual mascot name, asking “what is a maroon?” She laughed and said, “I have no idea. Kind of stupid isn’t it?”
(Yeah, i know you were using the “alternative” spelling of the word. :)