Last night I got home and was immediately hit with "Can I borrow the car?" from the Senior Teenager In Residence (STIR). I really didn't mind, as the only plans I had for the care was to run it through a car wash to get some of the winter grime off now that it is a bit warmer out (I can't seem to get it out of the garage each morning without brushing up against grunge). "Sure, as long as you get it washed before you come home. I'll even give you money." A win-win solution, I thought, as he could drive to his basketball game, and I could stay home and focus on work while still getting the task accomplished.
Fast forward to this morning. I get dressed, grab my stuff, and have a happy mental moment of joy as I walk around my clean car in the garage, all ready for a full day. (Yes, folks, it's the simple things.) On time and ready for work. Right?
Wrong.
Fast forward to this morning. I get dressed, grab my stuff, and have a happy mental moment of joy as I walk around my clean car in the garage, all ready for a full day. (Yes, folks, it's the simple things.) On time and ready for work. Right?
Wrong.
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