the car of my dreams
brake problems must be contagious. i was driving the golf (still not named) to a restaurant. there were a couple other people in the car. i found a parking spot right up by the building. shifted the car into park, but it kept creeping forward. then it starting bouncing up and down like a low rider. one of the restaurant employees noticed and came outside.
employee: look. that's really cool that your car can do that but i'm gonna have to ask you to stop.
me: i'm not trying to do this! do you know what's wrong?
employee: oh oh. here comes the big boss man.
a fat greasy man walked out of the restaurant, he kind of looked like the wrestling big boss man in a big ol red apron.
fatman: look you can't be doing this. you're scaring away customers. i'm going to call the police.
me: really, i'm not trying to. you can get in and see for yourself.
truthfully, i didn't want this big greasy fat man in my car but i didn't know what to do.
fatman: don't get smart with me. you're fired!
me: fine!
that's when i started to drive away. but then i thought to myself, i don't even work there. so i turned around, and pulled up next to him.
me: you can't fire me, i quit!
then i threw an apron at him before zooming off. that's when i woke up.