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I get tired of waiting and step outside for a smoke to chase the coffee. The door's just closing behind me when there's a flash, a roar, and a bit more smoke than I had been looking for.
When the spots finally clear from my eyes I see the aftermath of a car bomb. I dip the cig in the flames coming out of the grill - it's been years since anyone's offered me a light, so I'll take what I can get.
Despite the inferno in front of me, I get a sudden chill: the blackened wreck of a Lincoln sitting there was what I had been waiting for, and I obviously wasn't the only one. Exit, stage left... a better cue had never been given, and in ten seconds the only part of me left behind is a little patch of black rubber pointing the way out of the parking lot.
When the spots finally clear from my eyes I see the aftermath of a car bomb. I dip the cig in the flames coming out of the grill - it's been years since anyone's offered me a light, so I'll take what I can get.
Despite the inferno in front of me, I get a sudden chill: the blackened wreck of a Lincoln sitting there was what I had been waiting for, and I obviously wasn't the only one. Exit, stage left... a better cue had never been given, and in ten seconds the only part of me left behind is a little patch of black rubber pointing the way out of the parking lot.