So Mrs. Neck has this old beat up Ford in the parking lot that she never drives, plugs in.. nothing.. it just sits there. Well she went outside wanting to go drive it and couldn't understand why the tires were flat.
AND NO, I DID NOT FLATTEN THEM.
Well Mr. Neck comes out of the apartment screaming that she wanted that car so badly and if she wasn't going to ever drive it, then he never would have bought it..
She yells back that it's been too cold to drive it..
(it's 20 today)
And he says that that's messed up and if she wasn't so (he used a naughty word here) then she would know that you can't leave a car sit in subzero weather and think it's gonna run..
Then she yells something about him not being good enough for her..
And then it was quiet..
Now the Mr. tells me he saw Mr. Neck sitting in the snow, changing Mrs. Neck tires.
He's so whipped.