Not EXACTLY Like A Sunburn

I'm gonna need a tool or two, but I see what Tara's saying.

So anyway I go pick up Johnny, bring him a beer to soften him up for the inevitable. Even if the thing's okay he's gonna be pissed that I used his crockpot without asking first.

Shoot! Did I remember to turn the damn thing down when I was home? Ah well, it's too late now...

But when he's settled in the car he says to me, "I talked to another plumber about pricing the gas job. I'm supposed to meet him up the pub. Can you drop me?"

Huzzah!