The Broken Beauty

A busy day at Lu's Car Garage. The icy streets, a sinister afterthought to yesterday's storm, had led to a string of car crashes the day after. Magdalane did not escape the vehicular chaos, and her car was slowly towed into Lu's with a busted fender and a spastic tailight. Lu spotted the seductive wreck from the dirt-stained office window. She came down from the AAA truck, slightly off kilter, but nevertheless powerfully smooth. Lu tried his hardest to shake off the romantic urges he thought had died in Vietnam. The shine of her body caught his eye like a bird who sees a piece of sheet metal amongst a sea of dead batteries and diapers. He tried turning up his radio to distract himself, but Smokey Robinson only made it worse. He closed the blinds to his office, but the sound she made on the floor moved him like Beethoven to his Ninth.
"Dam Cats!" he yelled in frustration.
As she approached him, Lu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He wanted so badly to treat her with more care than the others, but at the same time he felt contempt for her self-assurance and capacity for love, of which he didn't know whether he still possessed.
"Oh, to feel her shape and form. Oh, to go faster and faster with her. Oh, to ride her!" Lu thought with schoolboy ecstasy. While no one was lookin, Lu reached out and ran his hand down her smooth body, mapping the contours with his cracked and bruised fingers.
"Mr. Garigami?" asked Magdalane.
Lu jumped to her attention with terrible fright, but then looked off in fake apathy.
"Ya what?"
"Were you just touching my car?" asked Magdalane.
"No. Stupid qestion! What you want?"
"Just fix my Jaguar please."

A Bad Day

Lu closed the shop early for the day because of the recent power outage and snowfall. As he walked home from locking up, he felt cold gust of wind slap him across the face. He felt his nerves creep to the surface of his skin and he gave out a short but violent yelp. Physically, Lu had never felt worse. Mentally, Lu had felt worse, maybe once or twice. As he stumbled down the sidewalk, Lu accidentally brushed shoulders with whom he thought to be the most insufferable person in the world, Yung Li. In the gray/white mist of windy snow, Lu THOUGHT he could slip away without any interaction. Ms. Li, however, had a way of making all Lu's wishes come untrue. She grabbed his arm and threw out at him, 

"What, no apology now?"

Lu rolled his eyes and muttered, 

"srry."

"Darn white! So, what you gonna do to fight off the snow and the no powa and the cockroaches?"

"I don't know Ms. Li, probably just sleep it all away. Bye now," replied Lu. 

Ms. Li, a bit offended at Lu's apathy towards her, offered one more hook: 

"You know, i've got a problem Lu. I've got cockroaches all over my place, and I need someone to squish 'em fo me."

"You want me to be your cockroach squisher?" asked Lu. 

"Yes. Lu, you owe me fo something. Lu!"

"Sorry I...I have to feed my cat."

As Lu starts to walk away, Ms. Yung Li yells out, 

"You don't have a cat!"

"I do now!"

"Cockroach!"