"I'm sorry Marge, I can't drive with you any longer."

"Why not, Lois?  I thought we were friends?  Is it my driving?"

"Yes, we are friends, good friends.  And no, it's not your driving."

"Then what's the problem?"

"You just had your car fixed, right?"

"Yes!"

"You went to the brake place down on Main St.?"

"Sure, you even recommended them.  I got a very good deal"

"I know, I know, but now every time you hit your brakes, I crave a pumpkin spice latte.  There's a Starbucks around the corner from my work and I've gained five pounds!"