He brings out the worst in me.
We passed a La Quinta sign, and he grinned. I already knew where this was going. "Hey, Sal, want to get a room?"
I looked out the window, and just let my mouth do its own thing. "I don't think they rent rooms in five minute intervals."
I felt him tighten up, and I didn't have to look to know that his lips were thinned down to invisibility.
"Are you mad because it's funny, or mad because it's true?" I asked, stifling laughter, knowing better than to make eye contact.
"Both," he said.