Never Underestimate the Power of a Cool Car

As I was leaning against the counter at work, doing nothing, completely busy and running around like the stellar young worker that I was, I noticed a cherry 1981 Trans Am with a T-top roof growl into the parking lot.

not the car, but very close!

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**cue white snake and mullets** (no, don't. it was 1994.)

Interesting. Wonder who drives that? I had a thing for American muscle cars. My bff's mom had 2 Camaros and I loved them. Although one was the color of diarrhea, it was okay when you were in it and didn't have to look at it.

I'm sure you can all guess who drove that car. The one. The one that I made fun of in driver's ed and the one I told my boss not to hire.

He was here for his first night of work. With me.

It was only slightly awkward for about 20 minutes. Then all of the other employees went home for the evening and it was me and him. That's when it became way awkward.

I think it was the quietest it had ever been in the building. The only conversation was when I needed to explain something to him. Which was quite often, really, but there was never any response from him.

What finally broke the ice was when I was showing him how to take a drive thru order and he didn't press the intercom so he was just talking to himself when he welcomed them and offered to take their order.

I lost it. I thought it was hilarious. I laughed at him for about a minute before I finally took the order myself, laughing the entire time. I'm sure the customer wanted to know what the hyena was amused with, but whatever.

Over time, as we worked more and more together, we began to discuss our taste in music and cars. Yep. I wanted to pretend like I was cool and knew all about cars like a dude, but hey, I was trying to keep the conversations going.

Most nights if you walked into the burger joint you would probably hear a very young sounding voice going on and on and on...and on. And on. With an occasional grunt of acknowledgement from the supremely quiet guy she was yapping at. Imagine a chihuahua running in circles around a basset hound.

We became tentative friends over the next couple months. I realized that he couldn't be that much of a nerd if he drove such an awesome car. And he would actually admit to loving 80s hair bands like Aerosmith and Bon Jovi. My not so secret favorites of all time, ever!

16 year old girl logic. You'll have to excuse the immaturity.

Then one day, our mutual friend, his bff, up and quit and left us in an incredible lurch. There were only 3 of us who worked nights that were capable of closing the place and now we were down to two.

What to do?

And more importantly, would I ever get to ride in that car?!

Stay tuned!

PS: I'm gonna link this up with TTUT, hosted by IA and Shawn. I want as much exposure to that awesome Tranny as I can get. Ohhh yeaahhh. (and when I say tranny, i mean the car, you pervs.)