Bought a 2017 impala, a real nice car with leather interior. Now I’m covered head to toe with drywall dust and caulk and texture and crap and ain’t setting a foot behind the wheel.

Now I remember why I wanted a work truck- why couldn’t I remember what and why I really wanted....not this car, and I keep hearing we tried to tell you so...wha???

Why do I feel like my brain is imagining this for? No one tried. I was bamboozled and tricked.

Anyways, luckily I’m in the company van at my apt complex so that I can shower first then go get it.

I’m still going to have to buy a truck to work in. So much for practicality.