"You see, I've just come into an inheritance of sorts and I'd like to buy the car."
"Okay, we can certainly make a cash deal, Joe." The sales manager nodded, typing something into a computer. "What kind of payments are we looking to make?"
"Uh, all of it." I said bluntly, causing my two female cohorts and giggle giddily.
"I see, sir." The manager smiled. "Well, that too is doable. All I need is proof of insurance and we can wrap this up right away."
"Oh!" I said, realizing none of us had car insurance... or a record of car insurance. And only Steph and I had a driver's license. Ah, screw it. I wished I had been insured for years and they were faxing the slip over right now. On cue, the fax machine whirred and printed off a piece of paper saying I had car insurance on a new Chevy Camaro, in yellow.
"Wow, you even got the right VIN before I do!" The manager snorted. "Now that's something!"
"Uh, we were excited." Michelle said quickly, and all four of us laughed.
* * *
We now owned a new car, paid for in full, which the three of us gleefully stood around on the edge of the car lot.
"So." I grinned like an idiot. "Where to, ladies?"
"Who cares!" Steph hopped up and down excitedly. "We, like, own Bumblebee!"
There was a pause, laughter, and then a sudden realization.
"Hey... uh..." I stared at the driver's seat. "Can anybody drive stick?"
"Uh..." Michelle broke out into laughter.
"Kind of..." Steph shrugged. "But... ah crap."
And then came the second realization, as all three of us stared at my ring.
"Can you do that?" Michelle blinked, wide eyed.
"Hey Steph... wanna drive?" And I wished she was an experienced and skilled manual driver.
The little blonde seemed to stagger for a second, opened her eyes in shock, and a grin slowly took her face from ear to ear. "Fuck. Yes."