Forward, backward, slightly higher and forward pinning him between the seat and steering wheel, all the while he’s furious that the driver’s seat has an evil conscience. The backrest offers aid by scrunching him into an acute angle causing him to boil out a few choice words as he peers over the wheel to maintain control. I should feel sympathy. Laughter is too provocative. Besides, it’s a country road. Grumbling that his legs are sweating; the heated seats turned themselves on. Getting home has reached threatcon level because my legs will start crying from the high pressured hilarity any minute!
Bobby Warner
23/10/2020 02:20:38 pm
Could this car be patterned on mine! Good job, Amy!
Sue Clayton
24/10/2020 04:26:30 am
Brought back memories of a BMW I once drove, a company vehicle that also trapped me every which way. Forget your computerized car, give me my workhorse Land cruiser that doesn't even have electric windows anytime. Well described, Amy. Comments are closed.
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