i don't know whether to punch him or me.

chitty chitty bang bang struck again today.  somehow i keep ending up trapped in a vehicle with this doofus.  and i STILL do not know how to tuck and roll, which would have come in handy since i was the passenger for once.  scanning through radio stations, my annoying friend stopped on that deep and cerebral song that includes the line: "apple bottom jeans"... which he started singing along to.  this was a painful experience alone, but then he decided to add frosting to the cupcake.  he dedicated the song.  to me.  he was lucky i didn't defenestrate him.  or do this.  i let that one slide, mostly because i was still half asleep.  besides, one hand was occupied with an enormous cup of coffee.  but later in the day, he slipped again.  this time, it was unforgivable.  my keys were making a jingling noise, and he compared me to a cow.  with a bell.  no woman in the history of women wants to be compared or even lumped in the same category as this.  or even this, for that matter.

lesson for guys: if i really have to tell you, you should probably move into a cave.  ready, set, go.