And you let her go because you think she could use a little time off, plus you know the Fook is coming and you’re trying to score a few points.
And you’re not even that concerned when she stumbles in and up to bed at 4am; you even chuckle a bit because you know that she’ll have a killer hangover in the morning.
The next day, you go outside to get the paper, sigh with relief when you notice the car is still in one piece. You walk around it doing a quick, bumper-to-bumper inspection, and everything looks perfectly fine.
Wait just a damn minute!
What the hell is that?
Was she out running with Chief Silver Elk again?!!
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I would find it real hard to ever wash that car again, and I would pray that it does not rain.