This is a two parter so bear with me, k?

Part One: We have a great service here where I work. There is an auto service place down the street that will come and get your car while you're working, perform service during the day and return it to you before you leave for home. Very handy.

This morning, I called to have my car inspected. They came out, got my car and are doing the service as we speak. Perfect.

Part Two: We also have a pretty nice cafeteria here where I work. But sometimes, after eating there too often, the food starts to all taste the same. You know what I mean? Like eating at the same restaraunt all the time. So Pat and I decide that we will order food from Bob Evans (down on the farm) which is just a couple of miles down the road. We'll call in the order then go pick it up.

(You can see this one coming a mile away, can't you?)

Part Dummy: It gets to be time to go pick up the food. I stand up and then it hits me. I don't have a car! It's being inspected! Auughh! So I had to go beg my friend Cindy (and by beg, I mean kiss her ass) for a ride over to Bob Evans. Which she graciously did.

Sometimes I'm not the brightest wick in the candle shop.