And so this morning, as I was preparing to leave for work, I remembered I didn’t have much in the fuel tank. And yes, the fuel gauge light would probably be illuminated. So, I decided to swap cars with Greg, knowing he would have time to fill up in the morning, and figured it was safer than me stopping at a gas station in the middle of the night. Keep in mind, Greg is much neater than I, and never keeps even a straw wrapper on the floor of his vehicle. Yay for me, not a good deal for Greg, who ended up driving my car, which still had yesterday’s Starbucks cup and about a week’s worth of receipts in the passenger seat.
That explains the text I got from him as I left work today. Just five simple words. It read…
‘Your car is a pit.’