Someone I met today went home with the start of a story. I drove my new classic sports car to church this afternoon (to pick up Sally from the missions-fundraiser yard sale), and stopped for gas. As I was pulling in to the station, I realized I didn't know which side the gas tank was on! So I waved at an SUV passing me, and a woman about my age put the window down. "Excuse me, is the gas tank on this side of the car? I haven't driven it in 30 years!"
She said, "You look 30 years younger in it! and yes, it's on this side."