I didn't mentally break down, please! I'm not that pathetic.
My car broke down on the motorway.
I remember it was a hot day, real real hot. The kind of hot where beads of sweat gather in your armpits and make them itch.
Don't pull that face!
Everyone I know has been that hot.
You understand.
I was towed by a man called Ralph, he was nice enough, not like these hot garage girls that you see in films and music videos though.

He seemed to know my mum and he asked about The Littleman's.
After six months of saying I didn't know how Edwin was I didn't even know where he lived and recieving sympathic smiles I was pretty sick of talking about The Littleman family.

RATE THIS BRANCH!