something to look forward to

Elder lad meanders out to the kitchen where I'm cleaning up dinner and whispers conspiratorially in my ear: "You can ride in my Mack truck when you're 51."

To which I respond in equally hushed tones, "Thank you.  I'll look forward to that.  Where will we go?"

(shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly)  "Anywhere: uptown, downtown..."