“This is not gonna stop. Let’s just go home.”
“And then what?”
“Watch TV or something. The game is a washout.”
“We could’ve won, you know.”
“I know. But this rain …”
“Yeah yeah … we’ll go.”
Bill inserts his key in the ignition and turns. The engine starts and stalls.
He tries again and the engine, this time, coughs and stops.
“Oh, just great. We are stuck. Why can’t you get yourself a decent car? You are a total washout.”