Xander cruised down the highway towards Oxnard, California with the radio blasting and he was singing along to Hanson’s Mmmbop, “Mmmbop, ba duba dop ba do bop, Ba duba dop ba do bop, Ba duba dop ba do. oh yeah,” Xander sang. He looked at the bobble head on his dashboard, “It’s a catchy, pop hit….If you tell anyone about this I’ll make sure your head doesn’t bobble anymore.”
Xander had just about reached Oxnard when he felt his car jerk and he heard something loud fall out onto the road. He pulled over and looked behind him to find his engine had fallen out and was now lying in the middle of the road. Xander banged his head on the steering wheel causing the horn to blare.
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Xander road in the tow truck towards the repair shop. He was sitting next to a large burly man named Fred and the radio was on MMMbop was playing.
Fred raised the volume, “I love this song.”
“It’s everywhere,” Xander said, wondering if he could pay the guy to fix his car in Hanson CDs.
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“Well, your engine fell out,” Fred said.
“Really, I never would have guessed,” Xander said but Fred missed his sarcasm.
“Yeah, well we’re not all born mechanics.”
“How much is it going to cost to fix it?” Fred showed him a piece of paper, “I can’t afford that.”
“Yeah, well to tell you the truth you’d be better off just getting a new car. It’s pretty much unfixable.”
Alright Xander thought to himself, I’ll just get a job, earn some cash, get a new car or more likely used but new to me anyway and then I’ll be off on the road once again. Someone really doesn’t want me to go on this road trip.
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Xander sat in the motel room he had rented and stared at the newspaper. He was searching for a job but nothing seemed to be available. Okay that wasn’t true but he doubted he was qualified for a job as a bio-technical engineer. Geez Xander thought why can’t they have any jobs for part time demon hunters, who enjoy watching Baywatch. Here’s one Xander thought as he circled the ad and got his coat. It was for a dish washer at a Ladies Night Club. Cash is cash Xander thought and since I don’t feel like hanging around here for the rest of my life and I doubt my parents would wire me they money, the Ladies Night Club it is.
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Xander sat down with the owner of the club her name was Sam. She was blonde and had a tattoo on her arm. Not to mention she was very attractive or at least that’s what Xander thought.
“Do you have any references?” Sam asked.
“Well, no….”
“How old are you anyway?”
“How old do I look?”
“Too young to work here. Listen, I’m sorry kid. You’re too young. I can’t give you a job.”
“Oh come on please. Take pity on me okay. I was supposed to go this great big road trip and instead I got a crap vacation to Oxnard, California. So far I’ve been attacked by vamp…muggers, had to drive my ex-girlfriend to L.A., I’ve been arrested and tried for murder because I forgot to pay for a pack of Twinkies, my engine fell out of my car, and now you won’t give me a job so I can buy a new car to get out of this town!”
“You’ve had a bad week.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Okay kid, I’ll give you a break.”
“Huh?”
“You got the job. You start tomorrow.”
“Thank you, I’ll be here.”
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