“I’ve got to get out of here,” Melody said as she woke up the next morning. “I can’t handle the pollution. Did you see all those trucks, the noise, and the smell. I can’t stand it.”
She continued to badger him. “What should I do now? I have a degree. I must get out of LA. You know about Global Warming, right?”
She burst out of the bathroom like a spring flower blooming, beautiful, fresh, and full of energy. “I did some research on my phone,” she said. “The governor of California is testing a Zero emissions community. Would you mind taking me to Nirvana.”
“Have you seriously reviewed this deal? Bandit said.
“Of course, I have,” Melody spat. “This will be the wave of the future. No carbon footprint.”
“Don’t we need CO2 to live?” Bandit asked.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Melody said pulling on her $1000 leather boots. “Carbon dioxide is pollution.”
“Will they allow you to wear those boots into Environmental Nirvana?” Bandit said.
“Uh,” Melody said. “I don’t know. I found an organic breakfast place is Venice.” They walked out to Marko’s stretched FXR in the parking lot. Melody stopped, stunned. “I can’t get to Nirvana on that!”
“Or I can drop you off at the airport,” Bandit suggested.
“No way, the covid, the masks, the crowds and the polluting planes,” Melody rattled. “Did you know they are banning air flights in Spain. Gotta save the planet. Where’s the Ferrari?”
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