C:  I have a headache.  There's traffic.  They won't shut up.  FML. 
E:  Why don't you go do something mindless, like paint your nails.
C:  Hah hah.  I need support. 
E:  Want me to call you or something?
C:  No.  Tell me a joke.
E:  Women's rights.
C:  Oh really. I can tell you a joke. 
E:  And that joke would be?
C:  Your penis.
E:  Enjoy the rest of your evening.

...And thus she was forsaken, left at the mercy of four sorority girls and their incessant prattle for over two hours in a crowded car making its way slowly back to San Francisco.