The Neighbor Who Hopped into My Car

I finally bonded with my neighbor one evening during a small get-together in our compound. We discovered we worked only a few buildings apart, so the next morning he asked to tag along to work. I didn’t mind and picked him up. To my surprise, he showed up the next day with three of his colleagues—a big guy, another man, and a woman. I carried them too. This went on every morning and evening for a month until my car’s shock absorber gave way and I left it in the garage. While my car was in the mechanic’s workshop, I waited by the roadside for a bike and saw my neighbor leave in an Uber without bothering to invite me. Those colleagues never appeared again until my car was fixed. The day I returned, there they were—waiting like a complete squad. I smiled, wound down the window, and shouted “SET… GO!” before speeding off. The look on his face as they stood stranded was priceless. Were they asking for it?

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