A day-dreaming driver, gazing into the distance beyond the green 'turn right' traffic light, was far far away from the yellow Honda Jazz that was currently housing her physical body.
"Come on, come ON lady!" Love Chunks cursed, and she eventually roused herself, turned onto Nelson Street and gave us a micro-nano-second to zoom in behind before the red light camera flashed.
"Now now dear," I said to my beloved, patting his knee patronisingly. "We're only driving to the bakery for a pasty and some iced coffee; there's no need to be so impatient." I warmed to my own theme, adding, "And let's face it: it's not like we have a beating human heart on ice here in the car with us."
"Not yet anyway," he bounced back, pinching me. Warming to his own theme, he added, "And besides, I can be mean to you today, because ---" he tapped me on the arm and smiled broadly, blue eyes twinkling cheekily -- "I got me some lovin' last night."
"Yeah well, remember when your birthday is, buddy."
"October the 2nd?"
"Oh. Well, I guess I'm destined to live out the married man's equivalent of foreplay."
"On my knees.......begging."