I took my truck to school the next morning, enjoying the freedom and quiet. Such a change from the bus. I can't handle the stress of the bus. Its a shitfest of assholes throwing food and gum everywhere like a scene from a John Hughes movie.
So it was a great start to the day, I hopped into my truck, started it and drove to school window open enjoying the cold cold air on my face. The truck kinda talked to me as it drove, it was so old and it groaned on corners and clanked in the gear changes, but I enjoyed the company without company, if you get me.
Into the car park, choosing a nice open spot, hoping the sun would heat the seats in my absence. Nothing like an icy seat to ruin all the daydreaming about getting laid that were usually running through my mind on my way home from anywhere. Cold is my sexual kryptonite. Today was no exception.
I clocked the black mercedes as I drove in and as I hopped down out of my cab, I noticed the local paediatrician Dr Cullen and his wife huddled around the open back door of the car. As I walked along, I kinda tipped up on my toes to get a better look but all I could see was a shock of bronzey brown hair. Under the door I spied a pair of battered black converse. There was a new boy in town. If it could have, I bet my vagina would have wolf-whistled.