Finally, someone who understood. That put the count at ... two. Wonderful. Still, better two than none, plus it meant that he could finally have some backup when someone inevitably backed into Valerie and left her scratched to all hell or, god forbid, dented. Disregarding the fact that her bumper was already about to fall off.
"Right! See, you get it." Chris dropped the hotdogs and went back to prodding at the grill, scowling at its slow progress. Did it need more lighter fluid? Probably. Everything that was on fire needed more lighter fluid. "If you're gonna spend money on something, especially like a car, you need to take care of it! Otherwise it's like throwing the money away. Or into the grill." There was a reason Chris didn't watch many TV shows about the lives of the rich and famous; he saw enough of it on the news or in the papers.