The passenger door of my car opened and in climbed Peter, ready for me to drive him to work.
“Good morning!” he said cheerfully.
“Good morning,” I mumbled, sounding annoyed.
Peter looked at the annoyed look on my face and said, “Yeah, I know what I’ve been putting you through lately, but I do appreciate you coming to get me each morning. Besides, you gotta think about what I’ve been going through. I’ve been without a car the last three months!”
“Are you going to get your car back any time soon?” I asked.
Peter chuckled nervously and replied, “I hope so. The garage keeps telling me my car will be ready any day now but the part that’s killing me is, every time they say that, they always find something new to fix! Like yesterday, they had the car all ready. They washed and waxed it, but when they filled the tires, they used helium by mistake and my freakin’ car started floating away in midair and it hasn’t been seen since!”
I silently shook my head in disbelief, hardly believing a word of this story.
“It’s true!” Peter insisted. “The garage didn’t know what happened until yesterday afternoon when they got a call from the Bahamas! People there were freaking out at the sight of a flying car that looked exactly like mine, so now they’re waiting for the helium to ease so the car can float back down, and then they’re going to send it back to Florida. But then that means I might have to pay for shipping.”
“OH COME ON!” I blurted. “Do you really expect me to believe all that? Your stories keep getting fishier every day. Yesterday you told me about the boa constrictor in the exhaust pipe, now you’re telling me your car floated to the Bahamas because of helium in your tires? Why don’t you tell me the truth for a change?”
Peter looked down at the floor with a solemn look on his face as he replied, “Actually, they junked my car two months ago.”
“I KNEW IT!”