Wayne pounded the dash of his ‘96 Civic, prepared to unload on Nathan. “Just what the hell was that all about? Why on earth would you say that!?“

“I just thought I’d say something cute,” Nathan said, beaming. “Besides, did you see the look on Shawn’s face when I groped his name patch? It was hilarious.”

“Did you have to ask for his number?!” Wayne asked, still agitated, but secretly relieved that his best friend wasn’t gay. He was not prepared for that by any stretch of the imagination. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! the voice of Jerry Seinfeld crooned in his mind.

“Did I or did I not save you $100? I was just having a little fun. You should be offering to buy me dinner. I did you a solid.”

“We need to pick up Lenny stat. I need some weed before I start grading papers. Judas Priest! It’s hot as balls in here.”

Wayne flipped on the air conditioner.

“Did you turn on the heat?” Nathan asked.

“You have got to be kidding me!” Wayne shrieked as he noticed smoke rising from the hood.