"GodDAMNit!" Good Sara shrieked as she banged the steering wheel with her fist and rolled the engine over. Stupid Karen remained sitting on the sidewalk muttering to herself and massaging her forearms of steel. For a moment GS was tempted to take George1 up on the sidewalk and put Karen out of her misery, but she realized there were more pressing things to do. George lurched away from the curb as GS thumped the gas pedal to the floor and went whizzing off into the night. As she was carefully obeying the 35-mile rule2 she glanced in the rear view mirror and saw a dark head pop up from her back seat. It was normal Jasmine (NJ)!!!!
"OH MY GOD!" Sara screeched as she nearly careened off the road. NJ giggled, and when Sara looked in her mirror again another dark head popped up in from her back seat. It was bitchy Jasmine (BJ)!!!
"Goddamnit, Sara! You still haven't fixed this roof?!" BJ growled as she angrily peeled the roof cloth from her head and tried to jab it back into its rightful place. It fell back down on her and she slouched lower, grumbling to herself.
At this point Sara was NOT watching the road, but rather gawking at the two Jasmines in her backseat that had begun to poke eachother.
"SHOTGUN!" NJ shrieked and began to clamber over into the front, successfully knocking the car out of drive but luckily into neutral.3 George only made a few funny noises.
"NO WAY!!!!" BJ shouted and digging her long nails into NJ's shoulder she wrenched her out of the front seat and flung her in the back with NJ whimpering and clutching her shoulder the whole way.
"OWWWW!"4 came the indignant whine as Phoebe, who also happened to be in the backseat, was whacked with the flying NJ. She grabbed her forearm, pinched her lips together and glared as NJ with slitty eyes.
BJ meanwhile had settled into the front. Phoebe leaned forward. "Sara, the speed limit here is 30."
"Thanks........," GS said as she continued at her usual 65. She could see bad sara sprinting beneath the streetlamps (which looked like a penguin5) only a block ahead. She was beginning to wonder if her rear view mirror had developed some cracks and thus explaining the multiple Jasmines in her car. As she neared her intended person she found it was only a midnight jogger. She glanced in her review mirror again.
"Fuck!" Sara cried and slammed on the brakes. She was tailing the wrong person.6
