I stepped outside and breathed. City air, sure, but I liked it.
Then I paused.
There was a-not a roar, exactly, but more of a panicked coughing of an engine growing closer.
I looked and saw a Volkswagon born of Dr. Frankenstein's lab raced down the street. A guy was hanging out the window, trenchcoat flapping behind him, shouting at the top of his lungs. Inside, the ridiculously handsome driver wrestled with the wheel while holding onto the guy's foot, also yelling.
I went back inside and locked the door.
Today was clearly not a day for leaving the house.