Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Or The Parking Lot

"I actually get to leave at five today," he said. She looked up from where she was filing the perscriptions.

"All because of lil' ol' me! If I hadn't filed all these for you...," she said, smiling.

"I am eternally grateful," he bowed and, upon rising, grinned.

"So, what with leaving at a respectable hour, wanna give me a ride home today?"

"Sure, if you don't mind riding in my messy car."

"I'm 19," she rolled her eyes. "You think I'm not used to messy environments?"

"True. You do get to sit in some high class seats!"

"Cow seat covers! Thats right. You know, I know so many people who pine for them..."

"I got them in Africa."

"Or the parking lot"

He laughed.

"Or the parking lot..."

No comments: