But at least now shit has quieted down and I've *finally* gotten the chance to do the math that needed to be done in order for me to get a better handle on my backstock situation.
Now if only I hadn't told Dan to fire me ...
Ignore anything I said about Sprout. He didn't even realize that it was my car, and they loaded in the truck without my having to move it. For bonus points, he and I had a nice little chat later about my anniversary and my babyhood.