Elmer’s girlfriend, Dulcie, tapped her acrylics on the passenger side of the car’s dashboard.
‘So,’ Elmer urged, glaring at her. ‘What’s with the car?’
His sister, Louise, was still struggling to remove her disguise and make-up, but piped up from the back seat. ‘Well…’ Elmer turned to offer his encouragement and noticed Louise’s eyes flickered sparkly and bright.
‘We kind of took it.’
‘Took it? From whom?’
‘Erm, I wasn’t introduced to the actual owner. We found it in the Asda car park.’
Elmer stopped the car and grabbed his girlfriend’s arm.
‘What?! There’s CCTV all over that car park. They’ll have seen you.’
‘They’ll have seen two mad old ladies. Not us. Even you didn’t recognise us.’
‘But what about fingerprints? Oh my God, my fingerprints are all over a stolen car!’
Dulcie sighed and continued tapping.
‘Well, yes. But so are ours.’
‘But why would you steal a car? Louise? Dulcie? What the hell’s going on? Why have you done this? Why have you got me involved? I didn’t need this. I have a management meeting tomorrow morning.’
Elmer held his hand over his frantically beating heart. ‘Come on, you two. I have a life. I’m next in line for a big promotion too. I can’t get involved in crime. Not even as an observer. There’s no way.’
‘Calm down, Mr Asthma Attack,’ Louise teased as Elmer’s face reddened.
He glared. ‘I haven’t had asthma since I was a kid, Louise, and believe me, I’m not going to capitulate on this one like I always used to. Mum and dad are going to be told about what you’ve done. You’ll be disowned by all of us. I’m going to tell Paul too. You’ll be a jailbird divorcee by the time you’re forty. And you, Dulcie, why would you jeopardise your new acting career my doing something so stupid?’
Suddenly realising that he was still holding the steering wheel, Elmer let go and with the end of his tie began to wipe as many of the car’s surfaces he could reach.
‘And shut up with those fingernails, Dulce!’
The tapping didn’t stop, but otherwise the two women held their silence as he continued wiping, and that was when, in utter frustration, Elmer threw himself out of the stolen car, and straight into the path of a large, white workman’s van. He crumpled under the tyres as the van screeched to a halt.
Did Elmer survive?
What happened to his sister and girlfriend?
And was there any reasoning behind any of the day’s events?
Well, obviously, yes. There’s always a reason. Or should I say that there’s always an explanation, though such explanations may be devoid of all reason.
That’s what Elmer thought as he emerged from under the white delivery van, and noticed the symbol on the side. It was in the shape of a stylised toilet, and underneath was the text: ‘Trust Us With Your Plumbing’.
He wasn’t going to trust anyone again in a hurry. He’d trusted two mad old ladies with his life, and look where he was just twenty minutes later: broken and bruised, with resentment and fury in his soul.
After all, he had things to do, places to go, work to finish and hair to preen.