Back many years ago when husband and I were in the Society for Creative Anachronism (medieval live action role-play combined with Faires), we often used to go to events in the Madison area that required us passing the "Ideal Body Shop". (They had a half VW Beetle as their sign, LoL)
We were coming up from Chicago and I had just gotten the last of the splints off my knee post-surgery. It was REALLY complaining about a car ride in a tiny Toyota and I was kvetching about it.
husband slowed down and pointed at the sign and said, completely deadpan: "We're running a bit early--you wanna stop in and see what they've got on sale?"
Only reason I didn't clout him one is that he was driving.