I stole his keys by accident. and they hid under the seat. jeeps are so like that though. you put something on the seat and it just flies everywhere coz of the bumping and jumping. i didn't even know I'd grabbed them... coz I'm retarded.
so danny looked for his keys for hours, and eventually brad drives us to my car at liz's and there they are under the seat. I don't know how I'm not black and blue, I'd beat me up if I was him!! although, he wouldn't stand much of a chance.. what with those chicken wings he calls arms. oh burn!!!
then I bought them a beer or two to say thanks and sorry, but while we were sitting sipping our cheap coronas, this ute breaks down right in front of us. suddenly, out of nowhere about 4 guys jump up and help push the ute and all are clearly so proud of their immense masculinity at this point. "i saved the day!". the odd thing was that I didn't actually see any of these men before the ute broke down. they just... appeared! so poor brad, who had barely finished work for the day, kindly offers to look at the ute. then spends a good hour an a half fixing the thing. this guy's gal pal (called sara) sits with us and chats while the boys do their boy thing. she was really lovely.
what an adventure!