“NO mofo way,” Jeffery screeched.
“You mean to tell me you don’t trust me to drive your Lincoln?”
“That’s right! I don’t let anyone drive my baby.”
“Have you forgotten? I bought that damn car!” Hitting below the belt often didn’t happen, however, sometimes a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.
“Oh, now that’s just tacky!” My unyielding friend slapped his hands on his hips, staring me down. “The only way you is gonna get my car is if I’m driving it. No further discussion.” Jeffery glared back at me in a lock down stance.
Then as if a brick had fallen from the sky and struck my head, I‘d forgotten. I had money! “Fine! Can you take me to the nearest car dealer? I’d like to buy my own stinking car.”
Jeff rolled his eyes. “Miss Thang, do you even have a valid driver’s license?”
Damn!
