[wrote this in honor of Mr. Britwizz and his enthusiasm for crinkle-cut fries, and for being such a good sport at SHareCon. Written on the plane ride on the way home. --molo] Wanna Share?
By Morgan Logan (firstname.lastname@example.org)God, I hate this.
Hutch slouched in the passenger seat, already annoyed and unsure why, except he always felt this way when Starsky dragged him on one of his 'special trips'. This time it was to a classic car show in Pomona. Why Starsky would think Hutch would be interested in driving for an hour and a half in Sunday traffic to go look at old cars beat the life out of him.
Starsky made a joke about the car he'd recently bought for Hutch not being a candidate for the show, and Hutch grumbled an irritated comeback, regretting it a second later. He wasn't sure why he was so annoyed, except maybe it was because these long trips reminded him a little too heavily of his father's 'Sunday family outings,' and sitting squeezed in the back seat of the sedan with the ice chest and his bratty little sister, only they weren't allowed to squabble because 'Damn it, a man works hard six days a week he deserves a little peace and quiet on Sunday with a happy family.' ( continue... )