We watched a movie called “Outsourced,” about an American saleman training an order-taking staff in India. It was cute.
We saw the preview, but we didn’t rent it.
I dreamed that I was in the Sahara driving and Jeremy Clarkson was there nagging me about my carbon footprint and how I should have taken “the BMW” instead of my old truck. He wouldn’t listen when I told him I didn’t have a BMW and that it was this or the Neon which was only front wheel drive.
Also I kept worrying that we would run out of gas but it turned out my truck was a diesel so we didn’t.
Then there was a little electric Smartcar thing that I saw in Cape May yesterday stuck in quicksand and I had to pull it out and there wasn’t enough room for the owner in the truck so he was in the bed driving the little car thing around.