Where's the beef??

So last Sunday I told Steve to put the frozen hamburger meat on the hood of the van (come on people...I can't remember 8 hours before dinner to pull out the meat so that it will be thawed by dinner, so this is my fast thaw) A while later he left to go home teaching. The kids start complaining that they are ready for dinner (I guess the cereal I threw out on the floor for them wasn't cutting it ha ha) I looked on the counter for the meat...nope not there. I looked in the fridge for the meat...nope not there. So I called Steve on his cell phone to ask him where he put it. "What meat?" says he. "Are you freaking kidding me?" says I "The meat I told you to put on the HOOD of the car! Well, he didn't obey me and he put it on the TOP of the car, and didn't see it as he drove off to go HTing. So he is crazy laughing hard and pulls over to see if maybe it's little raw meat hands were hanging on for dear life. Sadly (Taps music playing) our poor little hangaber meat was squished somewhere along the road. So I say again...Where's the beef???