[Xist]

My battery died while on a date. I asked her to steer while I push-started. She started going for the curb, but instead of steering, she bent my key 45°, so my car was stuck on a curb and my key was bent. Someone pull-started me, I drove to AutoZone, and I bought a new battery, but for some reason I felt that it was necessary to park across the street. I carried the battery in one hand and held her hand with my other hand. Then she stopped me, still holding the battery, in the middle of the street, and kissed me.

Was that what I got for dating an eighteen-year-old? That seemed too young for me. I was twenty-one or twenty-two.