Late one morning in an unidentified home.
Unidentified Man: [Checks wrist watch] “Shit!”
Unidentified Woman: “By the way, you have time to go put gas in my car because that’s your job like peeling oranges and I don’t have any time and if you don’t do it now you’ll have to do it tomorrow only I don’t know if I have enough to get to work today if you don’t get it today plus you’re driving my car to work tomorrow because I’m being nice and taking your’s in to the dealer to have the door and windshield fixed, and the square root of Pi lies between 1.75 and 1.78125.”
U.M.: “B-b-b-b-b; Gah!”
U.W.: “And don’t just park it in the street when you get back in case a snow plow comes along.”
U.M.: “Grr.” [Goes and fills tank, returns, starts shuffling cars.]
U.W.: “Hello! We’re ready! Here’s Gamma!”
U.M.: “Hrm. Thanks for getting her bundled up.” [slides open working sliding door on Dobl