A couple of hours ago I was about to enter WeHo Pavilions. I stopped to snag my usual small-sized black basket. A Pavilions guy in a face mask was spraying and sanitizing. He smiled and said in a slightly muffled voice, “A basket for a Chrysler.”
Without understanding the meaning of this oddly ridiculous sentence, I gamely repeated it: “A basket for a Chrysler!” He shook his head slightly and said again, “Uhm…a basket for a Chrysler?” I looked at him quizzically and said, “A Chrysler?” I knew he was saying something else. Who drives a Chrysler these days? When was the last time Chryslers were any kind of household name, back in the ’60s and ’70s?
Finally the Pavilions guy gave up, took his mask off and said, “A basket for a customer.” Oh…okay! I smiled, thanked him, took the basket and pushed it into the shopping area.