Ove doubts whether someone who can’t park a car properly should even be allowed to vote.
When he’s pulled forward and straightened up the trailer—as civilized people do before backing up with a trailer—he puts it into reverse.
Immediately it starts making a shrieking noise. Ove looks around angrily.
“What the bloody hell are you... why are you making that noise?” he hisses at the instrument panel and gives the steering wheel a whack.
“Stop it, I said!” he roars at a particularly insistent flashing red light.
At the same time the Lanky One appears at the side of the car and carefully taps the window.
Ove rolls the window down and gives him an irritated look.
“It’s just the reverse radar making that noise,” the Lanky One says with a nod.
“Don’t you think I know that?” Ove seethes. “It’s a bit unusual, this car. I was thinking I could show you the controls if you like...”
“I’m not an idiot, you know!” Ove snorts. The Lanky One nods eagerly. “No, no, of course not.”
Ove glares at the instrument panel. “What’s it doing now?”
The Lanky One nods enthusiastically. “It’s measuring how much power’s left in the battery.
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