Quantum of Shoelace - II

"Classic Ride, Dusty Shoes"

Pink laces is mammoth's child hood obsession here, school tuitions, holi milan, diwali mela, new year parties, hardly has an occasion gone by when mammoth hasn't eyed her and flirted with her.

Our tongue tied jurassic hero replies with a simple hello and invites her inside, "Oh, Actually I was wondering if you could give me a lift instead ?", she replies. Now mammoth here has situational disruption of motor nerves, specially around pretty girls who have a sweet voice. Pink laces observes the forrest gump like reaction and rambles on non-stop, "Actually my friend was supposed to pick me up for an event at my college this evening, however he couldn't make it because his car broke down in between so I was wondering if you could do me this favor, it's really a huge event and seems like an emergency, so... can you take me there right now !?

"Actually my friend, pick me up, do me, it's really huge, take me right now !", These are the only words the testosterone pumped genius heard, the way his feet are sweating something tells me the fella is in hormonal overdrive. He darts inside, the tracks are off in 3 seconds, jeans on in 5, the essential black tee to hide those tyres is on in 2, brushes his hair twice, socks & sneakers(my free ride) on in 10. He's ready in 20 Seconds, it's a new world record for lazy bone.

"Let's go !", Pink laces and mammoth head for his forsaken Maruti 800, the car is an antique piece however mammoth here wants to win formula one in this and handle her with baby gloves. She gingerly slides into the front seat, scared it might just fall apart if she brushes the sides. Minutes of unnerving silence pass between them as the car does an impersonation of a heavy metal rock band while starting up, "it's a classic" genius boy explains to the damned damsel in distress who will need to de-stress pretty soon. Fifteen minutes later they are on the main road, Now pinky(let's just call her that) studies at Maulana Azad Medical College, somewhere genius boy last went to when he had to attend a rock fest. The way he's clutching and braking, it's really making me dizzy, the moron should ask her for directions instead of switching lanes at every traffic light, or is that because sleaze ball is eyeing her even now, that too while driving !

"So do I take a left from here ?", Mammoth breaks the silence but with a poor choice of words. "Oh, sorry I thought you knew the way, it's easy, take a left from the next light, then a free left turn, from the roundabout we got straight, take the left from the flyover, then right from the roundabout and we will be there". It's interesting how the female of this species can actually talk non-stop without even breathing, if it was a under-water breathing contest right now, pinky could beat "free willy" hands down. Talking of contests, Mammoth here is winning the "staring at her" contest and in celebration jumps the red light.

Judging from how he's braking and how pinky's sneakers are coming together in a hug, I would say the traffic policeman has waltzed right in front of the car. "Stay in the car", machismo reeks from his words as pinky nods silently. "License ! ?" grumbles Dusty Shoes, his paunch marking the territory around him for maybe half a meter. Mammoth's hands slips into this back pockets, and after five minutes of measuring there depth comes out empty. Obviously he's forgotten his wallet and his license with it. Paunch with a head measures up the situation in true TP like fashion then shoots, "RC ?", Dusty shoes smiles as he smells a bottle of Royal Challenge Whisky from Mammoths sweat trickling down his brows. Damn Mammoth and his stupid motor nerves!