Class Master Class

 I was recounting our trip to Spain to our bud Sean.  Somehow I felt it apposite to explain how he guys sat in the front seat, the ladies in back.  Sean, who thinks and talks in paragraphs, explained (I paraphrase from memory)::

It's definitely lower class.  Were you middle class, the couples would have stayed together, each with his own.  And upper class, anything goes.

 Oddly enough, this sounds right o me, I have no idea why.  But it does remind me to write a letter to the GPS maker, with whom I have an unpicked crow.  Dear Mr. Tom;  may I call you Tom...