It’s Your Fault

Description

I flop down carelessly in the passenger’s seat, and you yell at me because I almost crush you (being that you’re somewhat under the car seat, trying to fix something).  I get out, irritated that you got onto me because you’re the one who told me to get in and pull the emergency break!  I get back in again, still somewhat carelessly, and call a friend of mine.  I get in and out of the car multiple times, and the bottom of the car seat bulges under my weight each time I sit back down.  I ask you a question from time to time, mostly as to whether or not you’re finished with what you’re doing!  I’m ready to go!