FREE RIDE
Today’s contributor channels a really bad Charlie Sheen movie
My boyfriend and I were on our way to New York City — an excruciatingly long ride from the suburbs during 6am traffic. He was driving my car to his construction work sight and at this ungodly hour, we hadn’t been able to get our dose of morning sex. We were extremely horny, not to mention, bored since we were forced to drive around 10mph.
So, while on FDR Drive, a six lane highway in New York, I decided to trade my passenger seat for the driver’s seat — with him still in it. This was in broad daylight, so the cars next to us got a little show. One guy was talking on his phone and we heard him scream, “Oh shit, the people in the car next to me are getting it in.” We began laughing hysterically. We were almost finished as my boyfriend got to our exit. I got off of him and we kissed passionately at the next stop light. I thought this to be one of our greatest sexual accomplishments yet.
We thought we were done with the excitement that morning, but after our passionate morning adventure, we were a little out of it. The next thing I knew, my boyfriend was crashing into the back of a garbage truck, scraping the hood of my car off completely. It was stuck to the bottom of the garbage truck. I started freaking out, wondering how I would get my hood out from under the truck and back on my car.
Suddenly, the same guy that saw us sexing on the highway began waving and yelling for us. Turns out, he admired our risk-taking and owned a body shop off of the next exit. He snapped my hood back on for free. That morning, I got some free bodywork done in more ways than one.
