Car Conversation

    I hit the turn signal for the left turn out our driveway.  John imitated the hollow ticking by clicking his tongue.

    “I know.  It sounds like an old metronome,” I said.

    John’s answer took me off guard.  “Or maybe a Metro Gnome.”

    I started to laugh, but this verbal punning was not yet over.  Mom chimed in from the back seat:  “Metro Nomes live in Alaska.”