Sweaty and Salty

Okay, my story for this topic isn't as crazy as Alexis' or incestuous as Elaine's, but I get ewww-ed out when I think about it.

It was a warm summer day, I was headed to see a matinee at the theater by South Coast Plaza, off of Sunflower. I park in an adjacent lot.

I'm walking through the parking lot, from my car to the theater, when I approach a break up old red hatchback. I think, "funny, the windows are down. but i guess no one's really jackin that POS anyway..."

As I get closer, I see that someone is sitting in the driver's seat. This car happens to be in line with the shortest route to the theaters, so I pass right by the car, on the driver's side. I take a glance in as I'm approaching the car from behind.

Of course dude is getting the slobberiest blowjob from some chick with huge hair.

The blowjob doesn't bother me so much. They weren't attractive people, so... yeah, leave them to their own devices, but I mean... in a freakin hot ass car in the middle of summer?? You know how rank that shit must be down there? Sweat... Salt... Saliva... POS car smell... Dude was chubby, too. And I don't just mean down there....

Imagine, like... afterwards, getting real sleepy, but then you can't sleep because you be smellin that shit. The odor invades your interior... like fucking garlic on your breath. And you know that cloth interior had to soak up some of that delicious body fluid.

Can't they just wait til midnight and take their family to Newport Beach and tell their kids to go play while they make out there like normal Mexicans in the area?