Puffy Wet Lips

There's this guy who lives across the street from usspeeds no one should be able to drive a VW, but he
who we have renamed Wet Lips. When we are in adoes anyway. My wife knows when he is coming long
really lighthearted mood, we refer to him as Puffy Wetbefore he turns off the main road and onto our street.
Lips. This gomer is in his late 60's to early 70' and hasThen he cuts the wheels suddenly to the left in directly
a body like Mr. McGoo and lips like Angelina Jolie's. Ifront of our window and doesn't so much drive into
mean they are two huge puffy red and unnaturalthe parking space as flies into it as though shot out of
things that look like a pair of slugs. I keep waiting fora rocket launcher.
them to take off in a race around his little head at anyThen, he backs up. Then he goes forward. Then he
moment. Actually, he looks more like that toady littlebacks up. Then he goes forward. Then he backs up.
man with the horned-rimmed glasses and freaky,Then he goes forward. He does this exactly five
scratchy voice who used to be on LateNight withtimes. And, each time he backs up, he comes within
David Letterman and whose name I can neverinches of our bedroom window and fills our house with
remember.carbon monoxide. Once he is Obsessively-
Anyway, Wet Lips drives this ancient VW Bug onCompulsively satisfied that the car is snugly into his slot,
which he has to rebuild the engine each Saturday. Ithen he hammers down on the accelerator while
think it had to be one of the very first Volkswagensforaging about for one of those red-barred things that
Bugs every built. Somehow, he got it into Mexico afterlock the steering wheel up so no one will steal his
taking it from Hitler right after the war or something likemachine of asphyxiating death.
that. Wet Lips keeps running this "car" when he should(As if someone would want his bomb that belches
show some humanitarian kindness and have it putfoul-smelling blue smoke!)
down.All the while, Larry Lead-Foot is hammered down on
Wet Lips drives this car endlessly, relentlessly, andthe gas pedal and we, well, we start walking all
stupidly. We live on the end of a dead-end street andwobbly, start falling down a lot, and begin seeing things
"Puffy," as we are wont to call him, comes in and outthat are not there.
of his little cochera (carport) dozens upon dozens ofI have got to suppress the urge to go outside, drag him
times a day. The man is a maniac. No one has to usefrom his car, and hold his mouth over the exhaust pipe
a car that often anywhere or for anything that manyand screech like a madman, "How's that tasting for
times a day. But, he evidently has many places to goyou, Puffy?"
and many people to see each day. When he makesI truly do not get what possessed Mexicans in this
his frequent trips, we always know it because hetown to get cars in such environmental-destroying
parks the Blue Beetle right in front of our bedroomabundance. Those who have cars, and sometimes
window.more than one, are beginning to have the same
Here is how the man parks his car. His little carport isobesity problems that Americans, Canadians and now
exactly three meters in front of our bedroom window.many Europeans are suffering.
We know this distance for a fact because one time,They will get into a car to drive two hundred yards all
last summer, someone tried to blow up a taxi acrossin the name of "Car Ownership Convenience" when
from our window by setting it on fire and that's whatthey could walk! So badly is car ownership coveted
motivated us to take scientific measurements. Thethat the payoff for having a car far outweighs
flaming taxi was right next to Wet Lips' car. Nothingaffording their kids clean air and a healthier body by
happened to the VW (unfortunately) but the cab waswalking rather than motoring.
toast.That is a mystery to me!
So, here comes Wet Lips tearing up the street at