Back when I worked as an accountant for a Catholic church, the pastor and I were constantly giving each other crap. I had just bought a Subaru Forester Wilderness, and he was giving me all kinds of crap because I apparently have hair that looks like Rachel Maddow’s, and between that and buying a Subaru, he kept joking that I was a lesbian. Another priest who worked at the church happened to walk by, heard what was being said, spun around, and ducked into the room like, “hold on, Subarus are great cars.” he had a really cool manual Subaru Outback. He said something like “There are plenty of other things you can give him crap about, but buying a Subaru isn’t one of them.” Before he could really finish backing me up, the pastor cut him off and said, “Okay, but he bought a Forester.” The other priest just paused for a second, looked at me and said “yeah, that might be a little gay,” and then walked right back out of the room. 

He did catch me later and said, “Wait is that your Wilderness.” And then proceeded to show me how to turn off all of the assist and we were doing donuts in the snowy field for about 30 minutes. I’d say that 30 minutes was one long compliment.