Man, I was just trying to make it home. But now I’m out of gas, and a mysterious father-son team have pledged to get me a jerry can. But Ford is telling me that they are some kind of fairy and cannot be trusted. There’s also some small robots coming to bring me groceries AND someone telling me that I signed up for some sort of high-fantasy quest that starts right now. There’s a messenger in tights and a jerkin tapping his toes and looking impatiently at his Apple Watch.
Kind of mirrored my weekend, TBH.