New Car Wrong Color
Everything had to be Brody’s way. His father decided it was time for a new car and he took Brody with him to the dealership. I don’t remember what the make and model of the car he decided to buy was, but it resembled the Plymouth Horizon. It came in many colors and Brody liked the blue one. He told his dad that the blue one looked the best. His dad however, decided on an ugly dark brown car that had some eagle painted on both doors, and the hood. This made Brody furious. He called me at the house when they got back and he told me all about how stupid his father was, and how embarrassed he would be to even have this car in the driveway. I would be spending that weekend at his house as I did many weekends in the summer. My dad drove me the 20 miles or so that he lived from us and told me to behave as I got out of the car. I said “Sure Dad.”
The subject of the car came up immediately when his dad saw me and wanted to show it to me. He even told me and brody to get in so I could take a ride in it. He was very proud of this car. Later that night after his parents went to bed, Brody and I got up and snuck out to do God knows what. When we got back he said “Hold on Tom, I have to take a leak” He then proceeded to walk up to his Dad’s new car, open the gas cap door, unscrew the cap, and pee into the tank. I could not believe what I was seeing. Brody saw my look of amazement on my face and he began to laugh. He said stop making me laugh, it is affecting my aim. He finished, zipped up, and we went back into his house and went to bed.
The next morning Brody and I woke up and his dad was washing the car. He asked if we wanted to help him wax it. Brody knew I would say yes, so he quickly interrupted and said we are going over to Johnny and Billy’s house. So we left. We did not go to Johnny and Billy’s house, but Brody and I stayed gone long enough to make sure his Dad’s car was done being waxed. As we got back Brody noticed his dad’s car had all the doors open including the hatchback. He looked at me and said “Come on” Brody went up to his dad’s car, walked around to the rear of it, and began to pee into the open hatchback onto the carpet. I said “Brody he is going to smell that for sure dude. How are you going to explain this?” He assured me he had it under control, and damned if he didn’t. When he finished he closed all the doors and windows of the car. We went inside and Brody went right up to his dad and said “Dad, we closed you doors to your car” he said “Why did you do that? I was airing it out to get rid of that new car smell” Brody told him “Well, there was some strange cat that was asleep in it so we got rid of him, and closed the doors so he would not come back” His dad replied ”Oh! Thanks Brody” Brody said “Sure, it was nothing.”
That weekend I don’t think he pissed anywhere but in that car. He did it several times in the gas tank, and several times in the cab. Over the next few months his dad was back and forth with the dealership trying to figure out why the car ran so poorly or sometimes not at all. When it finally got fixed Brody stopped peeing in the gas tank. He would do it at least once a week in the cab.