Yeah, I knew a woman (in fact, the craziest of them all during The Reign of Terror) who told me that when she had her convertible she'd leave the windows down so no one would cut her lid to get into her car and steal her cassette tapes. Whaaaaaaaaaaaa?
Stupid.
My lid needs replaced anyway. And I can't guarantee Smasho Fucko Jr ain't gonna ram into me the second I leave today anyway.
(It's been way too long without a beer. Whatcha got brewin' over there, foot?)
