We were sitting in the back of a van heading for the Guatemalan border.
“Mmmm, this is so delicious,” mumbled the Fatman through a mouth full of granola and macadamia nuts. Excited by the new-found gustatory combination, the Fatman’s body gyrated uncontrollably until he knocked over an open bottle of Coke. A large pool of sticky soda spread across the seat and the floor of the van.
The driver, concentrating on avoiding the crater-sized potholes in the road, didn’t notice the mess the Fatman was making inside the van. The Fatman slyly grabbed one of the driver’s towels from behind the driver’s seat, used it to soak up the spill, and placed it back to the original spot.
Having cleaned up the mess, the Fatman continued to gorge from his feed bag. A satisfied smile spread across his food-filled face.
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