Rager

Eloise looked at the rager in his practically-monster-truck and wished he'd calm down; the roads were busy busy busy, and nobody needed the extra stress. Sighing when he cut her off, staring into his rearview mirror like, "Let's do this!" (hair wild, sunglasses akimbo), Eloise pushed her cruise control and volume up buttons at the same time. There was a WOOSH and then silence. "Did you confirm his transport location?" Ed asked later (just curious). "Of course I did," she laughed. "I can never resist that and, you never know - the tech could malfunction. He ended up 75 miles out in the middle of a plowed field sporting 6-8 inches of mud. He'll be real busy today trying to figure out where he is and how to get home." "Well done," Ed whispered, placing a hand on her shoulder and refilling her wine." "Well, it doesn't help anybody to be mean right back," Eloise replied, patting his hand.