I recognized him immediately from the back of his "pointed" head. When he turned around and smiled at me with those birth control glasses...he lit up my day. I wanted to tell him he was GREAT, and I would trade him for Lunch Money anyday. Afterall, in the ghetto, the kids must have been traded their lunch money for hub cabs...or maybe they were stealing them...I get it mixed up. Why couldn't it work for me?
WHEELS: You look stressed.
WHEELS: Miss me?
ME: [smiling] No.
WHEELS: Come on, Boss, you miss me.
ME: No. [trying not to smile]
WHEELS: A little bit?
ME: October 8th. Cold Stone. German Chocolate Cake or you fail.
WHEELS: Isn't that our first day back together?
WHEELS: Shouldn't we celebrate at the end?
ME: Who's celebrating. I just want ice cream. I thought I trained you.
WHEELS: *blink* blink*
ME: Charlie, here, gets it.
OFFICER CHARLIE: Yeppers. Boss says ice cream. Ice cream it is. Need it at the beginning. Good impressions.
ME: Are you ready to graduate?
WHEELS: Oh, yes.
ME: Mwwaahhhaaa! Barbie needs ice cream. The pen is mightier than the sword.
WHEELS: The question is....are you ready for The Wheels?
ME: *blink*blink* Lorrrdt, help us.