There was a sudden loud sputtering noise out in the parking lot and Madge and Joe simotaneously peered out the window to investigate.

“Is that…” Joe said squinting.

“It’s your car,” Madge said curiously.

Joe’s roomate, Alex, clamoured out of the driver’s side door and onto the pavement from the little yellow Volkswagen that was looking like it was on its way to the big metal scrapyard in the sky.

“Yaaay,” Madge said sarcastically while scowling out the window, “I never much liked him.”

“Alex or the car?” Joe asked.

“The vodka inhaler puking in the parking lot,” Madge scowled.

“I knew that,” Joe said embarrassed. From what they were witnessing through the windows, Alex was peeling his face from the pavement while trying to uphold his conciousness. He shut the car door and wobbled inside the diner.

“Helloooo!” He called cheerily to Madge and Joe while waving idiotically.

“Argh, he found us,” Madge complained while lowering herself into the chrome and vinyl of the booth seat.