CONTENT WARNING: Language
“You’re that asshole,” said Jan.
“You’re that bitch,” said Stu.
They raced to be the first to their car.
Stu won.
Jan tripped on her bridesmaid dress.
Both cars screeched as they reached the exit at the same time.
Jan panted; Stu seethed.
How could they have flirted with the enemy?
This was the douche
who had cut them off in traffic
that one day.
Both motioned for the other to exit first;
they didn’t want to make a scene.
Neither moved.
All the wedding guests
came out of the church
when they heard the crash.
