Confessions of a Carpool Captive

My name is Liz Foley. I love my accounting job because I'd rather deal with numbers than talk to people. My best traits: I have (RBF) Resting Bitch Face. I give snarky come-backs. I have no friends. My worst traits: I speak in run-on sentences when I get nervous. I'm attracted to assholes. I'm broke. Enter Finnigan Walsh - the new guy at work. His best traits: He's kind of hot, I suppose. He has a working car. He sings to me and brings me coffee. Nothing ever gets to him, even when I add more people to our carpool. His worst traits: See above I don't like him. At least, that's what I keep telling myself. After all, it's not about how fast you get there. It's the journey. Right? Damn this carpool. You'd better buckle up.