"For the 5k?" Chuck asks.
No. It was a while ago. I can't remember.
This is a big production, reattaching them. I'm taking his car to work. Mine has the car seat and he and the PBG are going to go to the store in the afternoon and blah blah boring domestic stuff involving dire straights in the coffee department. So this is what we're talking about, thematically -- me, his car, vroom-vroom -- as I'm leaving the house.
So, keys in hand, I get into the car and drive to work. I take a left up the final avenue of my destination and get confused.
This isn't Chuck's car.
No. This is MY car.
Yes. Definitely my car.