Mark rounded the corner by our house, where four teenage boys were standing at the curb waiting for a bus. Apparently, they formed a quick opinion of Mark for driving such a feminine car, and decided to shout a certain slur at him as he drove by. And I don't think they were British and asking for a cigarrette.
I can assure you, they were inaccurate. But I guess he was kind of a moving target in this car. Note to self: next time I let the kids go for a ride in a pastel-colored convertible bug, I should drive. Hopefully we can avoid Jafta learning any new words next time.