[Back To "The Furry Pet Shop"!]

You stroll through the open-air mall to Channan's car, a beautiful reproduction metallic-navy-blue, 1959 Cadilac DeVille: just like the original except with all the modern amenities, like a full surround speaker system, power steering, Antilock Breaks, all-wheel drive, full slip/grip differential, adapted roll cage, side curtain airbags, backseat DVD player, multi-media radio player, (eight-tracks, tapes, audio CDs, and all your favorite broadcast radio stations,) and a whole lot more! It might look and feel like a 1959 model when you're getting in, but it's really not.

Anyway, she gets in the driver's seat as you hold open the door, like a gentleman, and you get into the front passenger's seat then you both head out on a stately cruise across the mall, briefly chatting about what it's like being a Saucier in a Punjabi restaurant: before winding right back to where you left your own car parked next to 'The Furry Pet Shop'!

"Did you get one of the 'free passes' too?" You ask, surprised.

"Yes, it entitles me to 'one free animal guy', and I saw the corner of your free pass sticking out of your pocket, so I figured we should come here and see what it's all about. Since we are being recorded right now we are relatively safe if something shady is going on in this establishment, as we both have probably suspected: since I think that might be your car over there. The metallic Kelly Racing Green super-stock Ford Escape with the license plate that says 'HOTSHOT' and racing stripes?" She asks, to which you mutely nod.

"Yes, I thought so, a similar taste in cars, a similar caution about suspicious 'free' pet offers, a love of Punjabi Indian food, we may 'click' a lot better than any of these dates I've been on before. Shall we go in and 'beard the lions in their den'?" Miss Najjar asks.

You decide she's laid out a compelling case, and gesture for her to park, then get out and hold open her door, escorting her across the street and up to the threshold where you proceed her inside the building...