The woman stood there with the smoking gun

The woman stood there with the smoking gun in her hand. Her victim lay there, still as anything.

It was a woman. The woman, the one they had been warning me about. She was the one who shot me.

Trying to avoid her I ducked into the alley. The smell of garbage nearly overwhelming me. I have to stay lucid or I was a dead man. My thoughts are

wandering all over the place. STOP IT! Concentrate you fool. I shook my head trying to clear it, the garbage and dumpsters in the alley swimming in my vision. I must

focus, stay alert, not get distracted! Loose debris floated down the alley, which had become flooded since the downpour started. That reminded me I need to stop and get some

new shower curtains, maybe one with a periodic table. My Geo Metro hydroplaned through the street. All the traffic seemed to be going the other way. Boy, its getting dark.

Happy to be avoiding all the traffic, I drove another 5 miles toward to coast.The wind was whipping my GeoMetro pretty hard now, but no way was I gonna miss my date with Wanda.

The wind picked up even more. The GeoMetro's roof ripped off, but busty Wanda was waiting. I floored it. The windshield shattered. The doors blew off. The trunk whipped up into

a fondue of cheap metal and sheared Chinese screws. By the time I found busty Wanda, all I had was a steering column and forward axle. Good thing she's not a classy chick.