Thrifty

12

After I got my "new" car, I'm parked in front of my apartment complex spraying the heck out of it. I had purchased some spray paint which I hope doesn't come off anytime soon. After staring at the colors for a while I went with grape purple. If anything, the color will match this car's grey exterior. After one final spritz, it's Benito. Well, it's improved by 1% okay.

That's when someone snuck from behind me and yelled, "Boo!" in my ear. I screamed and sprayed whoever snuck up on me. The person coughed and I yelped in terror. It's my K-pop fanatic neighbor, Lindsay. She has long brown hair put in a sideways ponytail, she's taller than me, has brown eyes, a year younger than me, and is petite. She's wearing Jean's, sneakers, and what appeared to be a BTS t-shirt.

Her clothes are now covered in dark purple paint. "My shirt! Do you know how much this costed at the concert?!"

Sometime later, I was at a local dry cleaner hoping to god they can clean the t-shirt. After being chased and hit multiple times, I begged her to spare me if I pay for it to be dry cleaned. The Asian lady examined it. "Can you fix it?" I asked hopeful. Plan B would be to pay for a new one if its available online.

If not then I'm toast. "Hm. It won't be easy, but I believe we can manage. Come back on Thursday with this ticket." She handed me a small yellow slip. "Thank you so much!" I cried out a little too relieved. She asked, "How did you get spray paint on it in the first place? Are you a hoodlum?" I shook my head and waved my arms frantically. "No! I was painting my car and my neighbor spooked me and I sprayed her." She looked out the big glass window and spotted my car.

Most of the gray is covered with dark purple but the rushed spots still remained. One light on the front needs repair, needs a lot of oil, and the radio is dead. The dry cleaner adjusted her glasses. "Your car's a piece of work." I rolled my eyes. It sure is. At least I can go back to killing people. I've been dying to kill without transportation.

I left the dry cleaners and made my way back to the apartment to pack for our upcoming family vacation, and to plan my next kill. After I packed everything in my big green suitcase, I took a map out to find my next location. After scanning through it, I decided to pay a visit to the Loosey Goosey bar.