Amy woke up Friday morning to find her knuckles on both hands started aching. "I hate getting old," she said while she moaned and groaned while getting out of the bed.
She farted a couple of times while she walked out of the bedroom and headed to the bathroom.
Inside the bathroom, she brushed her teeth and undressed then got in the shower.
After her shower, she joined Wilma downstairs in the kitchen for some coffee, toast, and scrambled eggs.
While Amy ate her breakfast, she looked a little depressed since thoughts of Paul were still in her mind.
"I talked to your mom last night. She was checking up on you," Wilma said then sipped some of her coffee.
"I'll call her later tonight," Amy replied, then ate some toast.
There were a few seconds of silence while Wilma and Amy ate their breakfast.
Wilma's eyes lit up. "Oh, I forgot some items yesterday, so I was thinking of running out to Wal-Mart. Why don't you tag along? I have a surprise to show you," Wilma said while she freshened Amy's coffee cup.
"A surprise? I love surprises, except when they're with boyfriends," Amy said.
"You'll love this one," Wilma replied with a smile, as she hoped this would cheer Amy up.
An hour later, Wilma walked Amy into the garage.
Amy saw a beautiful showroom condition nineteen fifty-six turquoise Ford Thunderbird with white interior. "How old is that car?"
"It's my nineteen fifty-six Ford Thunderbird. I bought it brand new back in fifty-six. I had it restored five years ago after they years took its toll on her," Wilma told Amy while she looked at her car with a gleam in her eyes.
"That's a cool car. Can you still drive it?" Amy asked with a gleam in her eyes.
"You bet. We'll take this beauty today, and you can have the honor of sitting behind the wheel," Wilma said while she handed Amy the keys.
Amy stared at disbelief at the car keys Wilma placed in her hand then stared at the Thunderbird. "Are you joking?" she asked.
"I'm serious. You can drive her," Wilma replied and looked serious.
"I've always wanted a convertible," Amy said with the first gleam in her eyes for a week.
"Let's go," Wilma said while she pressed the garage door and it opened.
A few minutes later, Amy drove the nineteen fifty-six Thunderbird with Wilma in the passenger seat. Amy was in heaven while she drove the antique car down the road.
"Wilma, I love this car!" Amy said while she made a right turn and headed down another street.
"It looks like you're finally having a good time," Wilma said when she saw Amy's smile while she drove.
Amy thought for a few seconds. "You know what, I am."
Wilma smiled.
An hour later, Wilma and Amy were out of Wal-Mart, where they purchased a few items.
Twenty minutes later, Amy drove the Thunderbird north on Highway 60. Wilma suggested that they do some joyriding out in the desert to help cheer up Amy.
A little while later, Amy turned the Thunderbird around in the small town of Wickenburg and headed back south on Highway 60.
When the Thunderbird was a mile out of Wickenburg, a black nineteen seventy-eight Ford Mustang raced up behind the car.
Amy looked in the rearview mirror and saw Wally Sobers and Juan Vargas in the black Mustang. "Not those two jerks!" Amy said while she eyed the rearview mirror.
Wilma turned around and saw Wally and Juan in the Mustang. "Who are they?"
"Wally Sobers and Juan Vargas. Two sleazeballs from school," Amy replied while she looked in the rearview mirror.
Wally blew the Mustang's car horn when his car was a foot from the rear bumper of the Thunderbird.
"Move it you old hags!" Wally yelled while he stuck his head out of the driver's window of the Mustang.
Inside Wally's Mustang, he and Juan laughed.
"Let's stay behind these hags and have some fun," Wally told Juan.
Juan high-fived Wally and loved the idea of a little fun harassing some old ladies.
Inside the Thunderbird, Wilma and Amy looked hurt with Wally's comment.
"I can't believe he said that."
"I told you, they're jerks," Amy replied while she looked at the rearview mirror.
Wally blew his car horn again, and it startled Wilma and Amy.
"I said, move it old hags!" Wally yelled out his driver's door window again.
Wilma schemed on how they should handle this situation. Her eyes lit up with a great idea while she looked at the grocery bag on the passenger floorboard.
"I know what we can do," Wilma said with a smirk on her face.
"What do you have in mind?" Amy asked when she saw Wilma's smirk.
"Watch."
Amy watched while Wilma reached under her dress. Wilma wiggled while she pulled her panties down to her ankles.
"Aunt Wilma. You're a bad girl."
"Hey. I was young and crazy once," Wilma replied with an evil grin.
"Move it saggy boobs!" Wally yelled out from his Mustang.
Wilma looked down at her chest. "Wow, I resemble that remark," she said with a chuckle and then stood up.
From inside the Mustang, Wally and Juan watched while Wilma stood up and held onto the top of the windshield.
"What's that old hag doing?" Wally asked Juan
"How should I know?"
Juan and Wally's eyes widen with a shock when they saw Wilma while she rose up to her dress and pointed her saggy butt cheeks at them.
"I'm going to be sick," Juan said while he looked grossed out.
"Those are the grossest butt cheeks I've ever seen," Juan said while he looked grossed out.
Juan got a bad case of the dry heaves.
Wally moved closer to his door. "I'll kill you if you barf in my car."
Juan covered his mouth while he continued with the dry heaves.
Back in the Thunderbird, Wilma sat back down. "I'm not done with these kids. When I'm ready, pull in the left lane and get even with their car," Wilma said while she pulled her panties back up.
"What else do you have in mind?" Amy curiously asked.
"Something exceptional for those two creeps," Wilma said while she removed a box of depends and a bottle of apple juice. She removed one of the Depends and opened it up. She opened up the bottle of apple juice and poured some apple juice into the Depends.
"I'm ready!" Wilma said then she winked at Amy.
Amy turned the Thunderbird into the left lane.
From inside the Mustang, Wally and Juan watched while the Thunderbird moved alongside their car.
"What are they doing?" Juan asked.
"Beats me," Wally replied.
Wilma blew a kiss at Wally.
"The old lady loves you," Juan said while he laughed and punched Wally in his arm.
"Never in a million years old hag," Wally yelled at Wilma.
Then Wally and Juan watched while Wilma threw her Depends into Wally's driver's door window.
The Depends landed in Wally's face while Amy floored the Thunderbird and it raced away in the left-hand lane.
"Ahhhh!" Wally screamed while he felt the wet apple juice on the inside of Wilma's Depends. "I got old Granny pee on me!' he screamed out.
Juan roared with laughter from the passenger seat with the sight of Wilma's Depends hugging Wally's face.
Wally swerved the Mustang all over the road while he clawed at his face to remove the wet Depends.
Wally threw the Depends away, and they landed in Juan's lap.
"Ahhhh!" Juan yelled out at the sight of the Depends on his lap. He grabbed them and threw them back at Wally.
The Depends landed in Wally's lap.
Wally swerved his Mustang all over the road while he tried to get the Depends off his crotch.
Wally threw the Depends back into Juan's lap.
Juan threw the Depends back into Wally's lap.
From the Thunderbird, Wilma and Amy watched while the Mustang swerved all over the road while Wally and Juan played hot potato with the Depends.
They watched while the Mustang veered off the road and raced into the desert.
Dust flew everywhere while Wally slammed on his brakes, stopping his Mustang in the desert.
Both doors of the Mustang flew open, and Wally and Juan jumped out.
Juan had the Depends stuck to his face and barf all over his pants. He ripped the Depends off his face and threw it into the dirt. He looked down at the barf all over his pants and was furious.
Wally saw the barf on Juan's pants, and he looked ill. He dropped to his hands and knees and vomited.
From the Thunderbird, Amy had a huge grin while she watched Wally and Juan from the rearview mirror.
"That was great, Wilma," Amy said while she drove the Thunderbird down the road.
"Just because you're old, doesn't mean you can't have fun," Wilma replied.
Amy smiled while she thought about Wilma's comment. "You're right," Amy said and continued to smile while she drove back to Phoenix.
Later that day, Amy drove the Thunderbird around Phoenix and saw a soccer field where a team of young kids was practicing.
"That's Tim's soccer team. Mind if we stop and watch?" Amy asked Wilma.
"Sure."
Amy pulled the Thunderbird into the parking lot of the soccer field and parked where they had visibility of the game. She turned off the car, and they watched the practice.
A player passed the ball to Tim for a goal.
Tim kicked, missed the ball, and landed on his butt.
His teammates laughed at him while he sat in the grass.
Tim got up off the grass, embarrassed.
The team played some more soccer.
Another player passed the ball to Tim.
Tim kicked the ball, missed again, and landed on his butt.
His teammates laughed at Tim.
"You stink!" one of Tim's teammates called out.
The team practiced again.
Another teammate passed the ball to Tim.
Tim kicked the ball, and it soared way over the goal box.
"How could you miss?" one of Tim's teammates yelled.
"Hit the bench Bradley," the soccer coached yelled.
Tim hung his head in shame while he walked off the field. He sat down on the bench where some other players sat.
Amy and Wilma still sat watching from the Thunderbird.
"Poor little guy," Wilma said while they both saw Tim sitting on the bench.
Amy looked concerned about Tim for the first time in years. "Let's go before he sees us and gets even more embarrassed," Amy said while she started up the Thunderbird
Amy drove the Thunderbird out of the field's parking lot and onto the street.
She drove the Thunderbird down the street and headed back to Wilma's house.