I like to pretend sometimes, that a certain relative is incapable of further midlife crises... I mean, he dumped the wife, got the car, got the trophy wife, got the apartment, got the exciting lifestyle, got the bleach blond hair...
Picture it. Thanksgiving dinner... The door to the luxurious apartment opens... And he now has a "Guido" style gold chain around his neck. A big, "Mr. T" type gold chain. All I could think of was the Fonz. Or possibly Joey Tribiani. "Eeeeyyyyy, daddio." Or, "How you doin'?"
I drank a lot at dinner tonight.