I went to my X-ray. I drove my daughter’s boyfriend’s car. She had borrowed mine to go to Kansas, apologizing about the smell in the car she left for me. Something had been left in the car left behind, left to die as near as I could determine, and while the driver’s window wouldn’t go down, the one behind me would, and that window seemed to be the one closest to the odor. Other than the odor and the heater which would not turn off, it seemed to be a capable car. I don’t know why people pointed at it.