Too many co-inky-dinks going on in this arc: Susan gets to Les’ Garage mere minutes ahead of Cayla…Cayla peeps them through the window but rather than create a scene, splits, unnoticed…When Cayla calms down and decides to call Les, her stupid phone battery’s dead…already. And Susan just grins that shit-eatin’ grin of hers…
Les, you pathetic, cringing little milksop. “Actually, I did think Cayla might call…guess she has no time for poor me…” Susan, your plan worked perfectly: show up just a couple ticks ahead of Les’ woman, engage in a friendly toast…not allowing her to catch you naked together or anything; that would force a confrontation (and she would no doubt mop the floor with you). Nope, just send her away with a sheepish look on her face, and you’ll soon have Les all to yourself.
I know, there’s no shade; it’s a pretty big window through which Cayla spies the “man” of her dreams swilling cheap bubbly with his erstwhile stalker. Cayla, sweetie, you gotta get up pret-ty early in the morning to get the jump on Susan. Why not join the party? Go ahead and crack that bottle…right over Susan’s head. Then use the jagged neck of the bottle to carve up Les.
Susan arrives in her station wagon with a bottle of Cold Duck to toast Les’ “success”. Les goes from “What’s this all about?” to “POP!” before Susan can even explain what she’s doing there. But, uh-oh…his soon-to-be used-to-be is peepin’ sadly through the door. Nice peripheral vision, Les!
Susan is a teacher, right? So shouldn’t she be in front of a classroom, rather than lurking outside the principal’s office, waiting for the latest dispatch from His Lessness? And her “wanking” hand gesture is even more workplace-inappropriate than Nate’s snapping of Cayla’s bra strap. What goes on in this “high school”?
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