COMPLETE IDIOTS

Late,one summer night,my boyfriend,Brian,and I were driving home from a dinner with friends .We had enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.We may have consumed a few too many cocktails.That bit's a little fuzzy.We were laughing
hysterically at a joke someone had told at dinner,when,
one of us,(we were never sure who)said,"Let's move in to-gether". It was a big moment in our relationship.

At the next traffic light we kissed.
That was all Brian ever needed,to take it to the next level.At that moment I wanted to take it to the next level too,quite urgently,but the light changed.
I telegraphed to him,in the usual ways of women,that I wanted him,right now.I saw his eyes gleam knowingly,and he started looking around for a romantic spot.
Unfortunately,we were on a major highway and there was nowhere to stop.We came to an area that had a few buildings.We were both a little desperate at this point.I was teasing him unmercifully,while he drove.Now that I think of it,we did have several potent drinks.

He finally saw a likely looking spot,an abandoned gas station.Grass was growing through the asphalt lot,but it was safe to drive on.We were still too visible from the road,so we drove around the back of the building.It was black as pitch back there.Okay,time for confession,we were more than a little drunk.

By this time I was tearing at his clothes,and he was understandably,distracted.
Suddenly,the front of the car dipped down with a crash and the wheels spun over some kind of unknown,unseen abyss.I screamed.Brian braked hard but too late.The rest of the car,carried by momentum,followed the front wheels into the great unknown.

We landed with a grinding,tearing,crash of tortured metal.We were too stunned to move for a moment.I wanted to be sure we weren't going to fall farther before I tried to open a door.From what we could see in the headlights,we had driven into some kind of square pit,about five feet deep.
"Well",said Brian,"I think this is where the pumps used to be."It's a good thing we didn't fall into the hole where the gas tanks used to be.That would have been a lot deeper."That's my Brian,a silver lining in every cloud.

I waited at a nearby coffee shop while Brian had the car lifted out with a crane.It had suprisingly little damage.I wondered what he told the truck driver.There just wasn't a logical reason for being back there.Knowing Brian,he told the guy the truth.We laughed about this incident for years.

I tell you what,though,It killed the mood.