John’s Mini Cooper

My Mini was in the shop for the day.
I needed a few specialty items.
John gave me a ride to the mall.
He swept the front seat clean with his sleeve.
Hamburger wrappers, empty cups with straws
pointing out of the top, papers, candy wrappers,
cans of all types, fell to the floor and he motioned me in.
The back seat was filled with magazines,
boards, and one plant.
When he started up a cloud of blue smoke came out the back.
Why don’t you get your Mini fixed, he said.
“Good idea,” I said.