1. Have a coworker who drives an identical model black 1997 Honda Civic as
you do. (I don’t know if the color matters, but best to be sure)
2. Have him jiggle his key in your lock.
3. Open the door.
1. Have a coworker who drives an identical model black 1997 Honda Civic as
you do. (I don’t know if the color matters, but best to be sure)
2. Have him jiggle his key in your lock.
3. Open the door.
I’m having a scatterbrained couple of days.
Yesterday, I ran out of gas and Stacey had to come rescue me.
Today, I’ve managed to lock my keys in the car.
Where is public transportation when I need it?
The other item I forgot to post about in the post round-up yesterday was that I saw Jelly’s Last Jam on Sunday.
It was the best musical about a racist, philandering megalomaniac I’ve seen all year.