You just have to ask

So my girlfriend and I were sitting in my car at a stop sign, talking together, when a sleek black BMW Z4 convertible drives past us and stops at a red light maybe 40 feet away.

“That’s a sexy car,” I said, enviously.

She stopped talking about whatever it was were talking about.

“You can get a car like that, baby,” she replied. “But you have to ask.”