Fortunately, if you drive around with dying headlights, cops wonder what is going on and pull over when you finally find a nice wide shoulder. Then they tell you your alternator is shot.
Crying in front of cops isn't really a whole lotta fun either, mind you. It is about as much fun as leaving your car 2 miles from your house because it won't even turn over anymore and smells like burnt rubber.
And if all this isn't just fun enough, Matt is still at work and Clayton has to stay up late to go get him. I just love imposing on my friends like that.
When all is said and done, it has been a really shitty night.