Overheard at the Cafe
i was with my little brother on the road in a jeep wrangler and this story it’s very similar to what you’d hear from a typical on the road story but my brother was driving and not me and we were behind this car painted bright pink like almost neon and we’d been following it for about ten minutes i mean it was right in front of us when all the sudden it started shooting out laser lights all over and it was some kinda show for sure and that car was burning diesel, baby, you know it was a bad mamma-jamma, cruising about seventy-five eighty with lasers blasting pew pew pew but they weren’t intense kinda lasers that would shoot a plane outta the sky or nothin’ just pew pew pew whoa sweet lights and shit and my brother pulls the jeep alongside this thing and starts honkin’ his horn and yellin’ out the window all nervous and excited and angry like, “what the hell are you doing, cowboy? let my sister go!” and we didn’t have a sister he was just fucking around with this laser-blastin’ car and the other driver rolled down the window and turned its head toward us and it was like some robot or dude in armor or something and now my brother was real nervous and he turned to me like, “whoalook looklook looklooklook what is that?” and the lasers started moving in the jeep’s direction and my brother was shaking like crazy and i was worried too you know you go through so many things on family road trips and we’re just two guys driving down the road trying to get to where we’re going and we don’t need no laser trouble you know and my brother’s being an asshole and not helping out the situation and finally he slows down and pulls off the highway and the laser car keeps on speeding off into the night and we can see it for miles and miles ’cause its shootin’ fuckin’ lights in the sky like close encounters and to this day its still something that comes up sometimes when my brother and me are out eating pancakes together.