I'm listening to How To Clean Everything and

glancing out over the roof down to the street from my desk, and there's a car that's been trying to park for the last fifteen minutes. Backing in and pulling out and backing in again. There's a man in the car wearing light blue flannel and I imagine the look on his face is like looking at a deer in headlights. This fucker doesn't know what he's doing and it's a perfect example of a Mankato neighborhood.