new story at BHA about the adventures of a self-driving car
The car rolled up to the curb and stopped. Bob quickly hopped out and walked around the back side of the car to Catherine’s door. She smiled to herself, touched by the small act of chivalry, blissfully unaware that Bob was using those precious seconds to release gas pressure that had been building to dangerous levels over the last four minutes of the drive. He allowed the breeze to carry his flatulence away and then opened the door with a cool smile. She took his hand, extending lovely legs onto the sidewalk, and exited the car. Bob closed the door and pulled out his phone.
“Now watch,” he said, tapping at the screen. “The app tells the car where to park and how long to wait based on the time of the movie.”
Catherine snuggled in close to his body and peered at the screen. “That’s so cool!” she said.
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