I come home from work this morning and hit the rack. The wife takes my Challenger to a Dr's appt. She's been hijacking the Dodge a lot lately cause she loves the Uconnect bluetooth, and how you can talk hands free and hear through the stereo. Anyway, I'm snoozing nice and comfy under the warm blanky, and my cell rings.
Her: Were you sleeping? (DUH) You want anything for lunch?
Me: Yes, and no.
Her: Don't say nothing I'm pulling up to CVS drive through to pick up my meds.
I can hear the lady talking and recognize Melindas voice. She's a lady my wife knows from back in the day.
When I hear Mel come back to give her bag and receipt, I yell out, "Help, let me out! She has me locked in the trunk! Hey are we at McDonalds? Can I get a burger?"
You should have heard Melinda gasp and start stammering!
Apparently I am an asshole. But that's just their opinion.
