Bob tossed his empty coffee cup at Rick and almost sprinted to the door. “Let’s go champ!” He called over his shoulder to Nick as he went.
Nick picked up his pace and followed Bob out.
“Hey” Bob called “haven’t forgotten about T. J. have you?” He moved quickly toward his BMW.
“Who?” Then is occurred to Nick “Don’t do it Bob! T. J. Hooker was the 80’s too!”
He was too late. Bob left his feet in a leap and landed squarely on the hood of the black car. However unlike T. J, Bob did not slide. He scrambled around on the hood of the car until he caught hold of a windshield wiper and held steady, then looked back at Nick helplessly through his dark glasses.
Nick approached slowly, smiling as he went. “Nice T. J. Isn’t the idea to slide off the other side then jump in the car and fire it up?”
“Shut up and give me a hand.” Bob said.
“You talkin to me T. J.?” Nick did his best Robert DeNiro. “You talkin to me?”
“Yeah, yeah. This is real funny for you isn’t it?” Bob held out a hand for help.
Nick couldn’t let it go. “I’m the only one here. You talkin to me? Hey Bob, who’s that, huh?”
“You being an idiot.” Bob slid awkwardly over the fender and safely to the ground.
“Taxi Driver! DeNiro! Come on, that’s 70’s.” Nick laughed. “How about this one?” Nick curled his lip and struck a pose. “Go ahead, make my day.” They both got in the car and Bob ignored him as he searched for his keys. “Hey, that hood slide made my day, that’s for sure.”
Bob shot Nick a dirty look as he started the car, but the banter continued. “Or this one.” Nick continued. “The horror! The horror!” He slapped Bob on the arm. “No? Brando, Apocalypse Now. The horror, that’s what I was thinking when I saw your big butt go airborne.”
Bob sighed disgustedly. “Having fun?”
“OK, this one then: “You’re gonna need a bigger boat.” Nick said. “No again? Jaws, 1975 I think. Only in your case it’s you’re gonna need a bigger car, because your rear almost didn’t fit on the hood of the BMW.”
“Nonstop funny, that’s life with you.” Bob growled. “Can I drive now without all of the hilarious side notes?”
Nick looked forward and smiled after a moment. “Sure, go on, if you can see past the wrecked hood of your new car.
Bob looked “Oh, crappage!” He stared forlornly at the enormous dent in the hood of the BMW.
“You need to lay off the coffee and doughnuts there Lukey Duke.” Nick mused.
“This isn’t funny. Look at my car.” Bob lamented.
“Oh, you mean that big butt print there on the hood?”
“Cute. That could cost me a grand easy. Good thing I have insurance.” Bob said.
“Does State Farm cover butt marks in their policy?” Nick asked as they pulled out of the lot and headed for downtown. “I’ll tell you Bob, I was feeling a little out of it this morning. But after watching you do your butt slide, I have to say, I was cured alright.” He looked out of the corner of his eye at his partner. “No.? Really Bob, and here you are the 70’s expert. A Clockwork Orange!”
“Always with the funny, aren’t you?” Bob mumbled.