“What’re you doing?” Nathan asked when Wayne snatched away the business card Shawn had scribbled his number on moments ago.

“What do you think I’m doing!? I’m calling your mechanic boyfriend and demanding he actually fix my car this time.”

“That’s a terrible idea.”

“If you don’t find some way to coerce that freak into repairing my air-conditioner I’m gonna punch you in the nuts.”

“I bet you’d like that. Let me ask you this: if you get the air-conditioner fixed,” Nathan continued, puckering while shifting his lips left – his ‘you simply can’t argue with this’ pose. “will we have enough money to get high?”

Before Wayne could answer, he was distracted as two bikini-clad elderly women walked past.

“My titties is hot!” one exclaimed as she removed her top, revealing two small, elastic, leathery lumps.

The two men in the Civic sat absolutely transfixed.

“That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen,” Wayne yelped.

“God, give me those twenty seconds back,” Nathan added. “Heal my virgin soul.”