Final Destination

Today’s six sentence story is late, and if you read it, you will get an idea of why.   Follow our narrator who is just trying to have something good happen today, when life seems to want to get in the way.  This one is based on the word truck.

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If you had asked me this morning where I was going to end up, I can guarantee you one thing, and that is that this wouldn’t have been on my list, let alone my top ten.

I started the day fresh, clear, a little optimistic, and then reality decided to hit me like a truck, not a little fancy city truck, I mean like the one from that movie carrying logs, ready to mess you up.

I tried to carry on, to wear the smile, do the work, but the impending doom, impending, because doom was announced, for maybe later, for some people, could be you, maybe not, and it was worse than just getting it over with right then and there.

Customer service didn’t help the situation, because yes, we did lock your account, because it wasn’t secure, no it wasn’t breached, we just didn’t like your password, so we locked it, and had it time out every time you tried to fix it, but you can get a free upgrade.

Oh, well, yes, it’s actually worse hardware and service, but it’s shiny, new, lacking in all the features you use regularly, and it’s the exact same thing the other guy is offering, but we pride ourselves on our service, well, not in your area, it does seem to be in a bit of a dead zone, isn’t it.

The day couldn’t be all bad though, if only I could try and get this arithmetically challenged person to stop trying to explain to me how my math is wrong, when it isn’t, I could even get a chance to write a story for my weekly challenge before I go to bed and do it all again tomorrow, but it probably will have to wait till next week…