Burst

The funniest part about the way the hose burst for the second time was when I swerved through the vast strip mall parking lot with the passenger compartment filling with curling wisps of sweet vapor, clouds of white oozing from the sides of the hood.

While I coasted across the endless plateau of empty parking spaces, I rolled down the window and flapped my hand in front of my face, like a bit part in the Cannonball Run franchise.

The car came to a sizzling, drooling rest next to a Men’s Warehouse and across from a Krispy Kreme, which announced “Now Hot” in cheerful red neon.

Going in to Krispy Kreme for coffee just before closing, I was immediately handed a fresh dripping sample donut. The first one is always free.