The piece de resistance.
I leave the house.
I go to pick up Nate.
I'm just getting out of the car to walk up to the school to collect Nate (on our way to get Skip from Middle School) and then off to get groceries, which were sadly neglected today because I HAD TO STAY HOME ALL FREAKIN' DAY BECAUSE THE GARAGE DOOR REPAIR GUY KEPT POSTPONING.
And my phone rings.
"Hey. This is Carl. I'm at your house to fix your garage. Where are you?"