“Thing is, why go to all the trouble of using a shim or a coat hanger, maybe give up and just smash the window? You still gotta hot wire the thing, right?”
Donald Beech sat across the table from his younger brother Jimmy, his feet sprawled out into the kitchen where Jimmy’s wife Liz was scraping furiously at the cooked-in egg Donald had left in the frying pan.
“Plus the car alarm,” said Liz.
“Don’t mean a thing,” Donald said. “We’re in L.A., right? Probably a couple hundred car alarms going off in this city right now, they don’t mean jack unless there’s a squad car on the block. And then it’s a false alarm, some loud truck set it off.”
“So what’s your bright idea?” Jimmy was staring out the window at the tiny back yard where despite the bright spring sunshine two dying rose bushes were the only sign of life.
“Simple,” said Donald. “We get them to hand us the keys.”
Liz snorted. Jimmy swung around in his seat and aimed his best raised eyebrow at his brother.
“Really. You say ‘Hey, me ’n’ my brother here, we need to steal your car could you please hand me the keys? Thanks so much.’ Like that’ll work.”
“Your problem, you got no imagination, Jimmy.”
“Okay, smart ass,” said Liz, turning to face him, the sponge in her hand dripping egg-tainted droplets on her bunny slippers, “give.”
“What we do, we scope out some junk yards, scrap metal places, we find an old Valet Parking sign.”
Excellent tale. Great characters and dialogue. I really enjoyed it.
Loved the story. Clever, well-written, and very entertaining from beginning to end.
Reads easily. Dialog believable. Characters fairly well differentiated, if not clichéd. Plot line obvious, but the journey getting there carries you along. Everyone a little wooden, however. And the ending is a throwaway...