My heart skips a beat when I come out of work and my car is still in the parking lot... I seem to have the brain of an 80 year old and I usually, more often then not, leave my keys in the ignition. SO, if you need a car, figure out where I work and it's yours provided that I was a ditz in the morning. I'm such a dork.
That's such a sweet, tender movie.
ReplyDeleteI also lose my car, it's a bonus if I remember.