I was driving my snazzy car and asked the fake Gordon Ramsay if he could grab my sunglasses from my bag.
He shook his head. “I won’t find them.”
I turned to him (at the red light of course).
“That racehorse that went missing a few years back? Pretty sure it’s in your bag along with my tennis racquet I can’t find and the jar of peanut butter you said I didn’t buy, but I’m pretty sure I did.”
I won’t bore you with what followed, but for all the people who heard us, my apologies. For the record there was no peanut butter in my bag, however, I did empty it out. I don’t think it’s too bad do you?