“What’s that truck doing in your driveway?” my friend, Trevor asked as we neared my house.
“Fuck,” was my reply. “Creeper at twelve.”
“That’s Doug, the idiot repair guy that fixed our a/c this summer but can’t take a hint. He keeps coming around even though my mom’s told him to pretty much get lost.”
He waved at me with a goofy expression. “Hey, Ben was it? How ya been?”
“If you’re looking for my mom, she’s not here and I don’t know where she is.”
“Oh, well I wanted to see how the air conditioner was working, ya know.”
“It’s working fine.”
“Oh, alright then. Well just tell your mom I stopped by, OK?”
I gave him my infamous smart-ass smirk. “Will do.” He left.
“You’re not really gonna tell your mom, are you?”
“No way in Hel