Yeesh. I am such a pushover. 🙂
But anyhow, I was standing at the front desk in the UC, and Samantha looked at me and then Anthony and asked, “Since y’all aren’t doing anything, you wanna go get my car for me?” Anthony prevaricated and then assented, so off we went.
Of course, if Samantha hadn’t locked her keys in her car last night, there never would have been any problem. But nooooooooo, she had to go off and be a blonde and lock ’em in there. Silly Samantha.
Who’s sillier, though … her for doing, or me for going and getting her car? I’ll let you decide.