Ah, the 1950s—when cars had tail fins and being a female driver was a bad thing. Wives gabbed incessantly and husbands were unsociable grumps. Obviously, the ’50s stereotypes are not what we’d call politically correct today—we’ll let you judge if they still tickle your funny bone.
Did we really have to tell you the decade here?
Well, how else will you know when to stop?
There’s always a critic.
And she means that sincerely.
No extra charge for the knee shine.
This is a scene you’d really love to see three seconds later.
Customer service is definitely not what it used to be.
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