Their OilI sped my SUV down my street, took the Otis to my 7th floor turned on my flat panel to see the news from the coast Oil! Everywhere! How could they let that happen! The birds! the turtles! I took out my Papermate to pen a note to my senator. Nah, I’ll just e-mail my disgust about what they do and what they didn’t do, about what they should do and shouldn’t do. I’d take the bus tomorrow if I could stop to buy my coffee.