Not the Gym
Sometimes you're supposed to go to the gym, and your kids, who on a normal day would be up and about by 3:30 p.m. latest, are still asleep at 5 p.m. So you wake them up and get them ready to go, through tears and wailing of course. Then someone has to go to the bathroom. Everyone has to wash their hands. Out the door. It's 5:35, the class starts at 5:30. You'll have to drop them off and park. You'll get there for 5:50, maybe? You decide to do it. Get in the car. Wait, why is the key in the car?
OH RIGHT.
You had to put it back on and turn it a tad so the girls could close their windows this morning. And you left it like that.
Car is dead.
Thankfully, someone is around with jumper cables and gets you going, but you have to drive around for a bit to charge it. No gym now.
What's the closest thing to the gym?
Chicken nuggets and a milkshake at McDonald's of course.
Just as good for you, I'm sure of it.