Sweating in the driveway, he remembers the allowances the law extends for animals left in cars. “Could I even smash a car window in?" he wonders.
This is Carl’s version of self-flagellation for locking himself out of the house again. “Almost here?” he texts.
Just as he hits “send” Samantha skids up behind him and springs from her car. “Why are you sitting in the hot car?” “Also, this is the second time in two weeks, you’re gonna get me fired!”
“I know, sorry!” he whines.
“I love yous” are exchanged and Samantha speeds away as fast as she arrived.
Sweating in the driveway, he remembers the allowances the law extends for animals left in cars. “Could I even smash a car window in?" he wonders.
This is Carl’s version of self-flagellation for locking himself out of the house again. “Almost here?” he texts.
Just as he hits “send” Samantha skids up behind him and springs from her car. “Why are you sitting in the hot car?” “Also, this is the second time in two weeks, you’re gonna get me fired!”
“I know, sorry!” he whines.
“I love yous” are exchanged and Samantha speeds away as fast as she arrived.
The fair housing board would like to have a conversation with this house....