Dial L for Lazy
A couple of days ago, my brother-in-law borrowed my boyfriend’s car for a few hours to go out with the ladies. He put my boyfriend’s trash on the trunk which included some computer parts and General Junk. Yesterday I went out with Caleb and the car kept bleeping all the way.
Yes, the car. It kept bleeping. As in, making “bleeeeeep” noises nonstop from the rear.
Unsure of what to do and lazy as we are, we just kept driving around running our errands, our minds seldon wandering off to what the bleep that was all about. Until, of course, it was late at night and we stopped at this intersection which is known as The Most Dangerous Intersection in the City, literally. There are slums and darkness everywhere and we hear about people getting mugged there constantly.
Suddenly the car filled up with thick, black smoke. It was a fried up No Break in the trunk that had bumped all the way that day and had turned on on its on and kept on bleeping and frying up until it was more than well done, it was overcooked. We then reached the point where we had to stop at Murder Intersection because at this point I was shrieking, saying the car was going to explode and we were gonna die.
Shady fellas? Check.
Late hours? Check.
Cell phone batteries dead, car with some sort of problem and a previous conversation about mugging and murders of people we knew going on minutes before ? Check, check and check.
It had murder and mugging written all over it. So this dude came on to us (Boyfriend was turning off the No Break at the back) and I frantically reached for the window to roll it up.
But it was just too late.
Before I knew it, he was already trying to make a sell of some corn in the cob. And after peeing myself from all the fear, we set off and Murder Intersection let us go with just a warning this time.
Tags: car, mugging, smoke