Who wouldn't want to buy gas for my car? Exactly.

"Why are you parked on the street?"

"Because, look, I've got this ingenious idea."

"Ohhhh-kay."

"See? You take my car back to work, and then when you come home, you pull in behind your car, and when we get up tomorrow you won't have to move your car!"

"OK."

It seemed to him that I'd finally taken that Common Sense Pill that has to do with one skinny driveway and rules against parking on the road after a certain time at night. Could it be! Intelligence? he's thinking.

Yes. Intelligent, is what I am: "Oh, and could you please get gas for my car, too, while you have it? Come on! It'll be fun!"

"Man."