But nobody came by in their Clio. I looked and looked yet nothing appeared. Where are you all? You in your little nippy cars. I sat at the top so I could look all the way down my road at any possible clio drivers. I want to wave at you and have you wave back. And then you'll come inside for a cup of coffee and beans. And we will enjoy every minute and talk about tyres and beesting aerials. My dog will come in and sniff your leg and it'd be marvellous. I'd be the happiest person on the planet if that happened. My fisturgle planet scrudilenter isn't working today. So we'd have to chebangletize the silophisticant demoninthistemic arterialator until the banchetleyc franchesistimence ceased to abhorr the effects of the fisturgle planet scrudilenter. Wait! I've found the problem. It was a loose washer.