This is what it looks like when you go for a Friday afternoon drink with your husband, and make him run over to Exile on Main Street in the rain to get the new John Prine album.
This what it looks like when your child calls his father, to find out how to get Cyril the bug started, at a time when he is supposed to be in school.
When queried as it why he needed to start the car, he replied that he needed to get his book bag. His father told him how to get a rolling start. When he got off the phone, I questioned WHY THE HELL HE WOULD NEED TO START THE CAR TO GET HIS BOOK BAG?
Further questioning that evening did not elicit a satisfactory answer.