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Water Car

Dressed up to go to a wedding, a Mother with her three children walked out of a McDonald’s on to a semi-populated city street. The group was starving and decided to grab something quick because they still had a long way to travel to get to their destination. Across the street was a cross street where their mini-van was parked but just then they noticed it was missing. It was getting dark and the Mom freaked out; exclaiming that she shouldn’t have let Anastasia get gas and then park the car. The middle child, a 5’2” high school senior, ran across the street to check out an oil puddle on the sidewalk. Her brothers stood behind her feeling awkward and out of place wearing their best suits as a group of girls walked by in shorts and loose shirts. A few minutes later their Mom lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of Anastasia walking towards the group.

               “Finally,” says the Mother, “where have you been?! Where is our car?”

               “Relax,” says Anastasia, “I got it covered,” and hands the daughter a bottle of water.

The girl looks at her in confusion.

               “Pour it on the sidewalk,” Anastasia says as she flailed her hands in the correct direction.

The girl shrugs and spills the water on the ground near the oil puddle along the sidewalk. Nothing happens.

               “Wait for it…,” Anastasia says pointing to the ground.

Suddenly a tiny car appears next to the oil puddle and continues to grow larger and larger. As the group backs away from the growing car, Anastasia, waving a finger in the air, proclaims, “and that’s after I spent $90 on gas!”