I expect an explosion any second now

11:00 PM EST Saturday night. The phone rings.

"Hey, Adam."

"Hey, brother of mine."

"Are you at your computer?"

"Yes."

"Can you Google something for me?"

"Sure."

"Can you look for any discussion of gas leaks in a 2006 Cobalt?"

"Is your car leaking gas?"

"I don't know. It smells like gas really strongly, and I can't figure out where the smell is coming from."

"Well, Google doesn't show anything about it being a rampant problem with your specific type of car."

"Hmm. Okay, well, I guess I'll just look around some more."

"K. Bye."

5 minutes passes. The phone rings again.

"Hello?"

"Hey Adam."

"Did you find where the smell was coming from?"

"Yeah, it looks like my gas tank is leaking. I got on the ground with a flashlight and there's a steady drip coming from under the car."

"Oh, shit."

"Yeah, I know. I'm hoping I can find someone to take a look at it tomorrow morning."

"Good thinking. Hey, what's all that noise?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it sounds like you're in a wind tunnel."

"Oh, well, it's nice out."

"And?"

"And so I'm driving with the windows down."

"You're driving?"

"Yeah?"

"When you explode, I'm writing in your obituary that your death was expected and predicted by me."

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