[WanderingOak]

Becky gave her husband a peck on the cheek as she ran out the door to the waiting carpool. Sure enough, 'Santa' was in the driver's seat, leering at her through the window. He even looked like the 'jolly old elf', but he was also an insufferable cad. Fortunately, the other front seat was taken, so she didn't have to sit next to him. She didn't know from direct experience, but she was told that he was 'handsy'. After quick 'Good Mornings' to Santa, Roger, and Melissa, her fellow carpoolers, they puled away from the curb and merged with traffic.

"Good morning yourself, sweet-cheeks", Santa called back to her.
Becky had to resist the urge to dope-slap the driver. Melissa just rolled her eyes while Roger began intensely studying the paint job of a hot rod Chevy in the next lane. Becky did a double take as they passed the souped-up '57 Bel-Air. It's paint was polished to a mirror shine, and in the reflection of her car, she could see a winged monkey on the roof. Nobody else on the road was reacting to the apparition, so she could only assume that she was the only one who could see it. She spent the rest of the drive to work in silent thought, completely oblivious to the come-ons from the driver.