The car had been idling for about five minutes by the time I decided to go ahead and approach it.
“Excuse me,” I said. “If you’re trying to kill yourself, I think the car needs to be in a garage.”
“What?” he said. “Jesus Christ man, I’m just waiting for someone.”
“Oh sorry.”
He started to roll up the window, but I put my arm in, blocking it.
“Well if you do decide to kill yourself, is it cool if I sit in the back seat? I’m soooooooo bored!”
