I was pretty sure that the brakes in the matchbox went out. Mister looked up the brakes that I needed for it. Jackson went and bought them. I took the matchbox and the brakes to work. Mr. Watkins told me to put the brakes and the keys on my desk. Cory came in and got them. An hour later, he was back and the matchbox was all better.
This girl is beyond blessed. Every single day.
Cheers to a vehicle that stops when you apply the brake pedal!