Dammit! They've had me on hold for ten minutes now.
So? What's the big deal?

Listen, I have something I have to admit.
Okay. Calm down. It can't be that bad.

Well, I did something I shouldn't have done. You know your car?
My Honda?

No.
My blue 67 Mustang? The one I told you never to borrow?

I borrowed it.
Oh, man.

That's not all. I put a... I had a little accident.
What? Jesus Christ! I told you not to touch that car. Is it bad?

There's just a small dent on the bumper on the right hand side.
Oh, thank God. That's not so bad. I can probably just pound that out.

Well, that's not all.
What else?

I made a little bit of a mess on the upholstery.
What? Coffee? You drop your cigarette? You didn't--

I had a hooker in the car.
What?! You had a hooker in my Mustang?! Are you crazy?!

I said I'm sorry.
So, let me get this straight. You were getting a blowjob while driving around in my 1967 Mustang, and you weren't paying attention and you hit something?

Someone.
You hit someone? You hit a person?

I know! I know!
And you thought now was a good time to come to my house and make a phone call?!

I didn't think it would take this long.
How hard did you hit him? Was he hurt?

Not badly...
Thank God.

...the first time.
The first time? You hit him twice?

Thrice.
Thrice?

Three times.
I know what "thrice" means!

Look, I panicked. I looked in the rear-view mirror and saw the guy lying in the road. So, I backed up and--you know, your fucking mirror doesn't say, "Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear." You should get that fixed.
And the third time?