I'm driving. Your girlfriend home. And she's saying. How she never chose you. "Turn left" she says. I turn left. And she says. "So how did I end up. So deeply involved in. The very existence. I planned on avoiding?". And I can't answer. I'm driving. Your girlfriend home. And she's laughing. To stop herself crying. "Drive on" she says. I drive on. And she says. "So how did I end up. Attached to this person. When his sense of humour. Gets gradually worser?". And I can't tell her. I'm parking. Outside her home. And we're shaking hands. Goodnight so politely