No Back Seat, No Problem

Smoke break conversation with a colleague after I'd recently purchased a new car.
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"My dad can fit in the driver's seat, has head room and everything," I say.

"That's nice," he replies.

"Yeah," I continue, "though the back seat is a little tight."

Just then, a female student exits the behind, as my colleague says,

"You're not going to have people in the back seat all that often."

Intrinsically, we both think the same thing, and sense that we're thinking the same thing: how that little phrase, being the only part of the conversation the student heard, may have sounded awkward.

We look at each other.

"I do have my own place."