The hypothetical game! Yay!!

So let's say, hypothetically, you don't feel like going to work. You know you can stay late tonight, so you decide to give yourself an extra half hour in the morning. No problem, right?

Then, when you're "getting ready" (aka lounging in your oh-so-comfortable-especially-in-the-morning bed), your dear friend calls because she locked her keys in the car 30 minutes away, and you have her spare.

No worries, because you're already late to work. What's another hour? You'll just stay a little later. Next, hypothetically, you drive your car down to help her, but on the way something goes awry. The battery light comes on. The clock starts fading. You remember putting in a hypothetical new battery and alternator less than two weeks ago. What could this be? Whatever it is, it's enough to stop you just a mile from your friend's abode. Ick.

So while you sit by the side of the road, missing work, crying on the phone to your dad, bitter about the money you've dropped on this car over the last month (since you're getting rid of it in two weeks anyway!), your friend sits at home missing work as well.

Then, the tow truck shows up to drive you to a shop so they can perform a hypothetical inspection, and you cry some more because God just decided to remind you that you're not pregnant. Great. While your friend gets her car jimmied by AAA, you continue your afternoon task of staying at this random, dirty car shop for FIVE HOURS, wasting your entire day. The car will not run without hundreds of dollars of work. Not that you need it for any hypothetical non-metro-accessible theatre job five nights a week or anything. NoooOOOOOOooooo. Of course not.

Rest assured, by eight o'clock that evening, you've hypothetically returned home, just twelve short hours after you woke up hoping for a low key, yet productive day. And now you have a box full of car stuff so you don't have to clean it out in the middle of the night before the donation people come to take it because WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND would buy this CAR?!??

But that's just a hypothetical situation, of course. I mean, when does that happen? And it's not like it would matter to me anyway, because all I need is this ash tray. Yep, this ash tray is all I need. Oh, and this paddle game. This ash tray, and this paddle game are all I need . . . . . and I need this remote control . . . .