I hoped in the car yesterday to go to school -- late of course -- and the air in the tires were low, so I quickly jumped in the other car.
I begrudgingly walked to class. Then to work. Feeling sorry for myself the whole way there. Walking doesn't feel very good with a tweaky ankle.
Nathaniel called me at about 2:57 while I was at work.
Why did you take the mercedes?
Well, the air was low in the tires on the other car, and I was in a hurry.
Baby, you took the keys! I have to go to work!
Oh nooo, I am so sorry!