betrothed

we used to play this game when we were little called,
"In the 10th car we pass is the man you're going to marry."
i guess i should explain.
basically, when it was your turn, you'd sit there while everyone else slowly counted every car we passed and in the 10th car was the unsuspecting man you were going to marry. and you'd look over and giggle and we'd voice our appraisals.
and then it would be my turn.
and i'd look over to find this waiting for me:

and i would mutter to myself, "Aw, nuts."