Now was the time he wished he had a new car. The old Beetle had creaky seat-belts, no air conditioning and a radio that consisted of AJ's whistling over the hum of the motor. But the car had been given to him, free of charge. It was a love/hate relationship.
"Jesus," he thought. "I'm sweating though my shirt. And I never sweat." He had a job interview today -- the first of it's kind. It was the sort of position his folks would be proud of.
Perspiration beaded his brow and the nice-and-neat spikes he took so long on this morning were now anything but "nice-and-neat." He began whistling Darth Vader's entrance music in "A New Hope," his foot heavy on the accelerator. He found his exit and came through the green light at 35 miles an hour.
Then he was broadsided by a truck full of oranges.
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3 comments:
haha, is it bad that I think this is funny? :)
getting broadsided by a truck = not funny
getting broadsided by a truck full of oranges = hilarious
That was sort of the point. To find humor in the tragedy. Glad you liked it.
well yes I realized that was intentional, doesn't mean I'm not a bit twisted for embracing the humor though ;)
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