If hubby were single, he might drive a minivan. He loves the fucking things. I, on the other hand, hate them with a purple passion. I loathed the day we bought one, and celebrated the day we got rid of it. (It was mostly "his" car). I will admit that it was convenient, but I hated it.

He was either flirting or just trying to be nice. I'm a helpless female... my hubby would have offered to help you out, too, and might have asked twice. :)