I was driving by a yard sale, and saw a bulletin board that was requested by one of the kids. Stopped to buy it. Didn't have a stinking dollar. Not one. Had to tell them to hold it.
I drove about 2 miles to an ATM. Got the stupid dollar. Drove back in my fancy Porsche, (the people are obviously thinking every penny has gone into my car, since I had to go to an ATM for a single dollar) paid for bulletin board. Everyone is watching as it quickly becomes apparent there is no way this thing will fit in my car. I get in, lower the roof (the audience is enjoying this) and try again. I can kinda get it wedged at an angle in the passenger seat. The right view is completely obscured. I pretend I have a patch over that eye and drive accordingly.
Fast forward several months. Godforsaken bulletin board is still in garage, and the kid hasn't touched it.
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