Let’s say you are a chill opossum in Queens, trying to get your busy morning started despite your eight tiny hellions flying around the opossum pad, and your completely unreliable friend calls you—last minute, as usual—to tell you that her car is busted. It’s a no-go on your weekly ride to the grocery store.
Your morning? RUINED. But that’s OK, because you’re a big-city opossum, not used to letting other people tell you what to do...or how to do it.
So you pull up your bootstraps, grab your eight whiny kids and carry those suckers throughout the city like a straight-up opossum boss. No apologies. No retreat. No surrender.