A guy driving a Yugo pulled up to a stoplight next to a Rolls-Royce.
He rolled down his window and shouted to the driver of the Rolls. "Hey, buddy, that's a nice car. You got a phone in your Rolls? I've got a phone in my Yugo!"
The driver of the Rolls looked over and said snobbishly, "Yes, I have a phone."
The driver of the Yugo said, "Cool! Hey, you also got a fridge in there, too? I've got one in the back seat of my Yugo!"
The driver of the Rolls, much annoyed, says, "Yes, I have a refrigerator."
The driver of the Yugo said, "That's great, man! Hey, you got a TV in there? You know, I got a TV in the back seat of my Yugo!"
The driver of the Rolls, quite irritated by now, replied, "Of course, I have a television. A Rolls-Royce is the finest luxury car in the world!"
The driver of the Yugo said, "Yes, a very cool car! Hey, you got a bed in there? I got a bed in the back of my Yugo!"
The driver of the Rolls, upset that he did not have a bed, sped away and went straight to the dealer, where he promptly ordered a bed to be installed in the back of his Rolls-Royce.
The next morning, he returned to pick up his car, and the bed looked superb It came complete with silk sheets and a brass-trimmed headboard. It was clearly a bed fit for a Rolls-Royce. So the driver of the Rolls began searching for the Yugo. He drove around all day and finally found the Yugo.
What happens when he confronts the Yugo driver is the punch line to an old joke that was told to me years ago. As a little exercise to help me get the creative juices flowing, I thought it'd be fun to expand it into this short story. Enjoy.
"Get in." A deep voice inside the car said.
That made me back away even more. I was not about to get in a car with a total stranger.
"Listen, I don't have any money, nor am I a prostitute, so please leave me alone." I said in a soft voice but loud enough for the driver to hear.
Suddenly the driver's door open and someone exited the car, and stood directly at the car door. On closer inspection I noticed that the driver was the stranger from the park.
"Get in." He repeated.
"I'm ok here. Thank you though."
He looked at me, almost as if he could see right through me. "Get in."
He pissed me off then. "I said I'm fine here. You can leave now."
As soon as those words left my mouth he was at my side gripping my wrist and pulling me towards his car. He then proceeded to push me inside the car as gently as he could while I violently hit him with my free hands.
"Let me go you weirdo!"
Ashley is a Caribbean born New Yorker with good friends, family and a good job. She lived what most people would call a regular life until she met a mysterious suit wearing handsome gentleman that spoke as little as possible to her. What changes will this stranger bring to her life?
Chapter 17 or 18 may or may not be private. If it is, you'll have to follow me to read it.