I wouldn't have to park if Lydia was outside like she was supposed to be. The car's double parked and running as I run up to her apartment to tell her to hurry up.
Lydia says she'll be a minute.
I'm back to the car but it's miserable out and I'm late for work and I run back up to tell Lydia that I"m leaving with or without her. Her kitten gets out but I scare him back in and he's all fangs and claws and he wants to fight, not play, but fight, cause I'm a big scary giant as far as he's concerned and as cute as he is he actualy proves to be pretty threatening too and I keep a safe distance. A real safe distance as I wake up.
My stomach is still rotten. I'd rather be back there dealing with flakey Lydia and her mean ass cat.