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The view in the side mirror showed the road was clear, so he could navigate into the speed lane. He flipped on the left indicator and swerved to the left, overtaking the slow moving car that he had been following.

Christopher Ajayi (not Chris, he needs to always be addressed as Christopher) was a neat freak who suffered from a mild form of obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). It was his blessing and his curse, as a financial consultant his pernickety behaviour meant he hardly (if at all) missed anything and all his projects achieved maximum success, but for those who had to relate with him in any way it was a tiresome affair and as such he had only two people who could tolerate him enough to be his friends.

Today was just a day like every other, with the same routines, general expectation and nothing extraordinary on the horizon.

Just as he was about to get onto the exit ramp to leave the highway, he noticed a really dusty sapphire 2016 Toyota Highlander on the road ahead of him. This was exactly the same as his own car (colour and everything), but it was dirty. He dialled his secretary and instructed her put all his appointments on hold; he would be running late today.

He added more pressure on the gas pedal and the car shot forward, there was no way he was going to let the dirty car get out of his sight.
He turned on the radio and selected a classical song from his playlist; he needed to calm his mind.

After following the car for about forty five minutes, the driver pulled into a private parking area and due to the similarity of the vehicles, the security guard allowed Christopher to drive in also. When the car was parked, the driver got out locked the car and headed into the elevator. Meanwhile, Christopher waited till the driver was gone and then got out of his own car and headed towards the parked car. He put on a latex glove on his right hand and then wrote using his fingers in large, clear, beautifully designed characters 'Please wash me!'.

Satisfied, Christopher took off the glove threw it in a trash bin, took out some wipes from his jacket pocket and wiped his hands, then walked back to his vehicle and drove away.

The End!