So it is the battery/alternator/gremlins afflicting Carmen. So much for not spending money. But at least I don’t have to tip the bartender for this Wisconsin Old Fashioned I made.
Attic beds are for when you’re in an English novel, and need somewhere to stash your mad wife till the new governess discovers your Awful SecretTM
Zod or Landru
Ouch on the cornea, Pilot. Hope the Ophtho can fix it up for you.