Thursday morning I walked out in the rain to find my car had a flat tire. I put on the spare, and drove to a service station up the street. I told the lady attendant I wanted to drop off the tire, and pick it up the next day. She said they would be happy to patch it, and were open “6:30-4:00” the next day.
So this morning I arrive at 6:40.
Hi, I dropped off a tire yesterday, and I’m here to get it put back on my car.
We don’t open until 7:00.
Uh, yesterday you told me you opened at 6:30.
Yes, we open at 6:30, but the mechanic doesn’t get her until 7.
That’s like saying the gates at the track open at 11, but first post isn’t until 1: 30.
Nothing. I’ll wait.
We’re gettin’ funny in the back of my car
I’m sorry honey if I took you just a little too far, yes
Uh too too far