Oatmobile, Not Oldsmobile

A friend of mine, while being driven home after a colonoscopy, remarked, “When I get home, I know what I want to have — a bowl of oatmobile. No, oatmobile. Damn it, you know what I mean — oatmobile.” (They were driving a Toyota, not an Oldsmobile. But I digress.) All of us had a good laugh about it then and for many years to come. My husband and I still say “oatmobile.”