Bad Luck: Trudging Along (Noah)
Jan 1, 2014 2:24:34 GMT -5
Post by Wayne Dietrich on Jan 1, 2014 2:24:34 GMT -5
Today just wasn't his day.
Wayne had woken up late after falling asleep on the couch instead of his room, which meant his alarm clock rang for over an hour before he even realized it was going off. Granted, it was still early by most people's standards, but today the mechanic had a flight to catch and was on a bit of a time crunch. He needed to go through extra airport security, given his metal prosthetics, so every minute counted. Fortunately, he had thought, the flight's not until the afternoon.
Then his coffeepot turned out to have a crack in it, putting a few more minutes into his debt of time as he searched around for the spare and came up empty. Fine - I'll pick some up on the way.
And then, of course, his favorite shop had been swamped. It was a Sunday morning, after all, so of course there was a long line. But it really didn't help that every other person seemed to forget what they wanted as soon as they hit the counter. Seriously: every. Other. Person.
With still time to spare (though that was dwindling), the old man drove to the airport, normal everyday coffee in his cupholder to cool. And then he got stopped at every single light. Even the rare green ones, from where the various people turning onto the main street blocked up traffic like a nightmare. That and gridlock on the highway put him at running late for his flight. Fortunately, he still had time, and the airport security knew him well; the recruiter made it onto his plane with a few minutes to spare, and settled heavily into his seat, the pistons in his leg whining a bit at the sudden movement.
If things kept up like this, it was going to be a long, long day.
Wayne had woken up late after falling asleep on the couch instead of his room, which meant his alarm clock rang for over an hour before he even realized it was going off. Granted, it was still early by most people's standards, but today the mechanic had a flight to catch and was on a bit of a time crunch. He needed to go through extra airport security, given his metal prosthetics, so every minute counted. Fortunately, he had thought, the flight's not until the afternoon.
Then his coffeepot turned out to have a crack in it, putting a few more minutes into his debt of time as he searched around for the spare and came up empty. Fine - I'll pick some up on the way.
And then, of course, his favorite shop had been swamped. It was a Sunday morning, after all, so of course there was a long line. But it really didn't help that every other person seemed to forget what they wanted as soon as they hit the counter. Seriously: every. Other. Person.
With still time to spare (though that was dwindling), the old man drove to the airport, normal everyday coffee in his cupholder to cool. And then he got stopped at every single light. Even the rare green ones, from where the various people turning onto the main street blocked up traffic like a nightmare. That and gridlock on the highway put him at running late for his flight. Fortunately, he still had time, and the airport security knew him well; the recruiter made it onto his plane with a few minutes to spare, and settled heavily into his seat, the pistons in his leg whining a bit at the sudden movement.
If things kept up like this, it was going to be a long, long day.
