The Kathy and Derek Chronicle … End …

….. Since no one really cared about Scooter Man or the penis on the sign, I knew the drivers of all those cars were going to start getting pissed at me.

So, I figured it’s time to get the hell out of there.

continued …

I made eye contact with my laughing friend, felt the common bond of friendship and shared mirth between us, shrugged my shoulders and walked three steps left  toward my car door which was still open.

…..

I slid into the black leather of the Mustang but, before slamming the door, craned my neck and looked back at my friend … her head still visible outside the window, the rear view mirror of her car obscuring the bottom half of her face.

…..

When I had her in my sights, I pointed at the yard sign and … for the last time … yelled, ’’BUT THERE’S A PENIS IN THAT SIGN!’’

…..

I pulled the car door shut, put the Mustang into first gear, looked both ways and slowly let out on the clutch.  A split second before moving through the intersection  I looked into the left side, rear view mirror.

…..

My friend’s head was still

outside of her

window …

She still had that

shit eating grin

on her face but

now

her head bobbed up and down and

up and down and up and down …

Just like one of those

bobble headed

hula girl statues I

remember when I was a

boy

that my grandparents displayed

on the shelving unit that

separated their tiny little

living room

from their

tiny little

kitchen …

The End …..