His black Mustang was still in the parking lot, so as he made his way across the pavement in his uncomfortable sandals, Biff smiled. That car was his baby. It was bad enough that he was wearing a dress and carrying a purse, but if his car hadn't been there, he would have really freaked out.
The remote worked on the door lock, and soon he was sitting in the driver's seat. A frown had settled on his face; whoever had messed with his locker had messed with his car. The air smelled like perfume, for one thing. There were new pink and black striped seat covers, with a matching steering wheel cover. When he turned the car on, hoping the sound of the roaring engine would cheer him up, some girlie pop tune blasted out of the cd player.
He ejected the cd and tossed it into the back seat. With the way his day was going he was in the mood to kill someone. Sliding the car into gear he sped out of the parking lot and onto the street with a squeal of his tires. At least that was still the same. Power was power, no matter what you were wearing.
Soon, however, the blue and red flash of the cop car behind him put another dampener on his mood.
"Shitshitshitshit!" he yelled, pounding on the steering wheel. How could this day get any worse?
Biff pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the cop to approach. Having been through these motions before, he dug his registration out of the glove box and his licence from his purse. His parents were going to kill him. They'd threatened to take his car away if he got anymore speeding tickets.
The cop at the window didn't look like the charitable type, but he did give Biff an odd smile when the teenager handed his documents over. Nervously Biff waited as the officer went back to his car to do whatever it was that cops do when they pull you over. It didn't take long, however, for him to return to the window.
"Well, ma'am, it seems that you've got yourself a clean record. Mind telling me why you sped off like that?"
Ma'am? Clean record? Biff let it slide, hoping to get away without a citation. "Um, I think that, uh, my heel slipped?" he said, hesitantly.
The older man chuckled, "Well, little lady, you just make sure it doesn't happen again and I'll let you off with a warning."
"Oh would you? I promise I'll be more careful!" Biff said emphatically, playing along. He even batted his eye-lashes.
The cop grinned, "Now run along and take care. Just no more speeding!" He winked at Biff as he turned away.
Relief washed over the burly teenager in the purple dress. Maybe his situation wasn't all bad. The smell of his perfumed car as he closed the window, however, reminded him otherwise.
