Opposites

Silence filled the air.

Alex tapped the wheel repeatedly as they sped toward the next house. Sammy, sitting next to him, rolled down the window halfway. “You mind?” he asked. Through a grimace, Alex shook his head and said, “Naw.” As Sammy lit up, his quick movements gave away how many times he must’ve smoked. He blew out the window, succeeding in getting half the smoke out of the cab.

Already annoyed, Alex thought about what must’ve prompted Tim to hire Sammy. Not only that, but what could’ve prompted him to pair a bongo lovin’ hippie with a straight arrow Mormon? Now Alex not only disliked his job, but his companion as well.

“You see “Grass” yet?” asked Sammy, wondering about the movie he recommended last week.

“No,” said Alex, feeling a little guilty. They had talked about movies more than anything, but even in film tastes they were complete opposites. Alex had been interested in the doc about marijuana, but not enough to shell out 3 bucks.

Silence again filled the air.