Oh yes, there's more

After a lifetime of similar experiences, I am immune to embarrassment and choose to see these things as amusing.  When I told my friend CeeCee this story, she decided that we needed to seize the moment and not let Bennett get away with only a single fortune cookie encounter.  In the wake of this decision, we formed a plan. We would go to The New China restaurant and get a box full of cookies.  We then wrote giant fortunes on strips of paper including topics such as the girls of the IB '06 class think you have a nice butt, which he did.  That night, we collected all of our supplies and headed out.  I need to paint a picture.  Bennett lived down a long driveway that only has three houses at the end of it.  This driveway is on a pretty major road and does not afford one much cover, even at night.  So, CeeCee and I pull into the end of the driveway, and CeeCee starts to get out of the car.  But of course, CeeCee forgot to take off her seat belt and has to put everything down and undo it.  Thank heavens for that seat belt, because as soon as she opened the car door, we saw a car coming toward us.  It was unmistakably Bennett's hand-me-down teal and tan Mercedes sedan that use to be his mom's.  My accomplice (or puppet master, I'm not really sure which) leaped back into the car, and I attempted to throw the car in reverse.  Oh wait, that's neutral.  We started rolling down the hill toward the target, now screaming in unison.  I quickly put the car in real reverse and jetted out onto the road.  Still screaming and barreling down the street, I realized that I was on the wrong side of the road, at least for here in America.  I righted myself, and CeeCee and I attempted to catch our breath.  Many would abandon ship at this point and abort the mission, but CeeCee and I knew that this was a better time than any because the eagle had left the roost.  We went back and completed the mission, as any true schemer would and laughed all the way home.  We continued to fill Bennett's mailbox for the next few years with various and sundry items.  We have not paid him a visit in several years now though, I hear he is engaged.  I wonder how many cookies his new mailbox can hold?