The kind of things I ask my husband to do:
Driving home one afternoon...
"Ohmygosh! The Chicken Car!!"
I then proceed to make him drive around the block, pull over, and take a photo, because the Chicken Car - it hasn't been around in a while - and I used to love seeing it here and there around our neighborhood.
Not only has it returned, but it has been given a facelift.
The Chicken Car: It's back, baby.