I said we could take my car, Rhonda the Honda on our trek to Berkeley for The Brians' wedding. As Mel, Alex and Hastings climbed in, they were appalled by the horrific state of affairs both inside and outside poor Rhonda.
I guess she was filthy. I never clean my car. Why should I? It looks like rain.
Anyway, Hastings was so particularly horrified that he showed up at my office yesterday and took my keys. As I relayed this to John last night, he squinted and looked over at me. "Your friend came to your office in Marin and had your car cleaned? Shit, Beth. That must have been one disgusting Civic."
In looking through the 3 garbage bags of junk he tossed in the dumpster out back, the kid had a point. I was cracking up watching him from my office window and was forced to video this dramatic act of friendship...