My friend Tawana keeps an apartment in Providence where her company is headquartered, and a house here in town. Her one-and-only lives here in the house, and Tawana is able to come in pretty regularly, since she travels all over the country for her job.
On the weekends she's in town, she jogs over to my house the first thing in the morning. Nothing makes her happier than catching me at the computer in my pajamas, while she's lathered and smug from a brisk, early-morning run.
This morning, she ordered me into my shoes so she could walk me up the block to see what those crazy kids are up to these days.
At the risk of sounding like a totally dried-up, ancient old lady, this looks way more expensive than the types of auto-vandalism we practiced in my day.