Some Mondays are just extra special. That's my white car on the right. Just how thin did this person think I was????
It took me back to my days in high school when my little blue Chevy Chevette's driver's side door only closed properly if shut from the outside. When someone wasn't there to slam it for me, I had to crawl from the passenger's to the driver's seat. It was especially challenging when I wore a skirt.
Ah, memories of the good ole days. Or, more like: grumble, grumble, grumble. I was none too happy to find this.