At 5:30 in the morning, even half-asleep I can tell your car isn't going to start. Why can't you?
I think most people, after the first ten tries, would have had an epiphany. But five minutes later, you're still cranking away at it.
What kind of sign do you need?
Did I mention that it is 5:30 in the morning?
The fact that I was able to haul my tired butt out of bed, locate you as the source of my irritation, hunt down my phone, and call the police before you picked up your cell and called for help says a whole lot about your capacity to own and operate a vehicle.
You do realize that you've given me one of those days when I'll be swearing under my breath.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010