I had been a regular customer at the local coffeehouse for almost two years before the pretty girl behind the counter asked me if the red Mitsubishi 3000 GT was mine.

I had always been attracted to her, so nothing less than a clever response would do.

“Yes,” was all I managed.

“I bet it’s pretty fast, right?”

“Yes, pretty fast.” Had I suddenly become dead from the neck up? Then, just as quickly, inspiration struck. “I’ll let you drive it sometime if you like,” I said in my most casual voice.

“Really?” she asked with a smile. “When?”

“When do you get off work?”

“I’ll be done in 20 minutes if there’s no afternoon rush.”

There wasn’t, so 25... Read More