My wife’s car has preference settings for each driver. When I drive it, I get in, push a button, and the seat moves into position automatically — no manual effort required.
“In the future, people are going to be really fat,” my son says.
“People are pretty fat now,” I point out.
“They’re going to be fatter because they don’t have to do anything.”
“George Jetson isn’t fat.”
“He’s kind of fat.”
“He’s not fat.”
“Maybe I’m thinking of Fred Flintstone.”
“Fred Flintstone is fat, but he’s from the past — which kind of discredits your theory, if you think about it.”