On the way out of the fancy grocer's, one of the handles on my paper shopping bag snapped off. It sent tubs of yogurt spinning on the sidewalk. As I bent over to collect them, a man helped me fill up my bag and rolled the top of it into a handle. He accompanied me to my car and when I unlocked it with the remote he remarked "Oh that tiny Fiat! Maybe someday it will grow up and become a real car!". I said "Yes, I love it! It has the turning radius of a tricycle for making U turns in the middle of Charles Street!" He had nothing further to say.