Road trip

prompt: road trip

I could have told him right from the beginning that bringing her was a bad idea. I have a nose for these sorts of things. But man, oh man, love can make you do crazy things.
I mean, it took her like ten minutes to haul that suitcase full of God-only-knows-what out of the trunk of her car and get it into the flatbed.

I had already claimed shot gun - clearly- but not even that fact, nor the 10 years of our best-friendship versus the pathetic 6 months of their "relationship",  kept him from acquiescing to her whines about being car-sick if she couldn't sit in the front seat. So, faithful best friend gets shoved into the back.

Then, she has the gall to change the radio station (apparently not sharing our musical tastes), cranks the AC and forbids the windows be opened because of her "allergies".  Not ten minutes later she's completely asleep with her feet on the dash which anyone knows is completely against shot gun rules. Shotgun = co-pilot, drink and snack opener, navigator. You must be awake with the driver at all times.

 I can't say I was surprised when the inevitable blow up happened.  She huffed off to make a phone call at the last rest stop, crying the black mascara right off her face while asking someone to come pick her up and take her home.
I might have been a tad too happy to see her hair-sprayed coiffe, sitting atop that ten tonne suitcase, disappearing in the rearview mirror.

Sometimes these things can't be helped.

Now paradise is restored. G&R is blaring through the speakers, the windows are down, the sun is shining and I can already smell the ocean in the wind. Trust me, I've had my head out the window for the last hour, we're not far off.   Once I get my teeth on that rawhide bone this day will have ended a complete success.