...I get back to the city and in the wherehouse complex that i work out of, there is some sort of motorcycle shindig going on. Not like harleys and black leathers but more of the crotch rocket and rat bike crowd. Seemed to be minding their own business, enthralled in the punk band and burnout contest...
So I started the westy to warm her up and went to go grab the coworker to whom I was giving a ride. Took a minute to grab something out of the work truck and went back to the now warmed westy (never really lettting the bus out of my sight). As I walked around to the front I noticed, first, the open driver's door, then the ditzy drunk girl standing in the open door, fizzy yellow beer
in hand. She looks at me and without missing a beat she says "I was about to steal your car, you shouldn't leave it running like that." I was trying my hardest not to toss her head into the door of the bus, being the non-violent person I am, so all I could think to say was "Why would you try and do that? You wouldn't even know how to drive this thing!"Seriously! She did not seem like the type who would know how to drive a VW bus, or any manual transmission, period, let alone drunkenly manage to find Geri's trixie reverse to get it out of the parking spot.
Combine that with the fact that the driver's door takes a good solid shoulder in the right spot to open from inside, the passenger door is near impossible to unlock from inside, and the sliding door was locked from the outside, had I been a couple seconds later she would have found herself trapped in a "stolen" bus with the keys in the ignition and a beer in her hand. I would have stood at the door laughing until the cops showed up.
Dumbass...
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