Car and Chicken

Story Sent in by Jennifer:

It was a freezing night and most places were closing, so Jeremy had the idea to do take-out and sit in the back seats of his warm car as a sort of picnic. It worked for me. If anything, I thought it was creative.

Perhaps we could've chosen something a bit less messy than Chinese food, though. It was a logistical nightmare. There were sauces and sticky foods to be tried and shared, and his car wasn't altogether big. At one point I sneezed and sent chicken, rice, and hot mustard flying all over his back seats.

I apologized, but he then dumped his own food onto the back seats and lapped it all up like a dog. He even made weird growling sounds as he did it. Not helping matters was the fact that the floor of his back seats was covered in papers, wrappers, and other garbage.

Once he was done he looked up at me and asked me what I wanted to do. I said, "I want to go home," and so I left his car despite the bitter cold and never saw him again.