“Yeah. Yeah, I think so. I think it is.” He looked inside himself, then walked around back to make sure, and there was the license plate again: EXCESIV. Til looked over and Ted nodded an affirmative ‘this is the one’. With a gleam in her eye, she walked back to their own car and reached into the passenger side to pulled out the befouled takeout box from dinner.
“You’re not going to do what I think you’re going to do?” Ted said. She looked back at him and nodded, pulling back the Styrofoam lid off the cheesy mess they taken from the previous restaurant.
Ted smiled, then started laughing. He never expected her to be so devilish. She was laughing too, walking right up to the Camaro and smearing cheesy, glazed Jack Daniels goop all over the gleaming finish.
Smearing the nasty orange/brown slop over the hood, down the windshield, on top of the roof, and chucking the rest down towards the back end, she laughed like Dr. Evil when she dropped the cheese-lined styrofoam container just under the drivers side door. The waiter from hell would probably step right into it in his haste to examine his precious car. Ted was impressed. Mr. Excesiv would be sorry he even showed up for work that day at all.
Ted held an arm out, reaching to give her a much deserved hug, as she giggled and squeezed him back.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she said, her giggling infectious.
“Me neither. But you did it,” he said with a smile, motioning for her to hurry up and hop in the car.
After getting her situated and gently closing the door, he raced around to his side and peeled out before anyone could catch them in the act. They were laughing hysterically at this point, both of them pleased to have expunged the bad vibes, if only for now.
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