A friend wanted to show me her new car.
“It’s a 2004 Subaru Outback,” she said, “and guess how many miles it has on it?”
I looked at the car, which appeared to be in pretty nice shape. No visible dings or dents, clean paint, newer tires. I figured anything under 100,000 miles on the clock would be acceptable. I assumed, since she asked me about the mileage, it must be low. So I guessed low.
“Sixty thousand,” I said confidently.
She shook her head and smiled.
“Nope. Just under 10,000.”
“It was my grandma’s.”