They all got together for dinner.
Old friends. New friends. Everyone in between.
Then, they went for dessert.
Some left their cars at the restaurant.
After dessert, some needed a ride back to their cars.
“Ride with my cousin, John,” her friend said.
Okay, it’s just a mile or so, she thought.
She and John got in the car.
It stunk.
The music was too loud.
The conversation was bland yet completely centered around him.
The ride could not have ended soon enough.
The music was too loud to think.
She finally got back to her car. Finally.
She survived the ride and possibly, avoided a really bad first date with John.
It’s okay, it had been too long since she’d listened to Bawitdaba anyway.
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