Microwaved Hotdogs
As I said before, I’m a writer. Well ever heard the term starving artist? That would be me…literally. Not a penny to my name. I usually work in a used bookstore. Hey not the most exciting job but it pays the rent. I only work 4 ½ days a week but my boss was friends with my dad so it pays well. Well my boss’s daughter was getting married and he decided to close the sore for a two week vacation right around the time I decided to splurge and buy I new oven, because mine had died some time earlier and frankly I was tired of eating microwaved hotdogs. This of course leaving me broke. *sigh* Well anyways there I sat staring at a blank piece of paper trying to figure out how to end another one of my ingenious books.
When the phone rang, I’ve got to tell you I had second thoughts about picking it up, I mean who in there right mind would call at 6:30 in the morning? But of course me being me I did, now I wish I hadn’t. The phone call went something like this:
- “Yello?”
- “Kat? KAT!!!”
I groaned inwardly the high-pitched squeals belonged to my ditzy next-door neighbor Alyssa. Everything about her said “blonde” and to top it all off she was a “model” personally I thought she was butt ugly and we both despised each other. In fact the only reason she would even bother to call me up from time to time was because of my car.
A BMW Green Convertible. It’s my baby and my fathers dream. You see my mom left me when I was 3 leaving my dad to raise me and my brother William. I think he wanted to have “manly bonding moments” with his son but William was more interested in the state populations than cars. So my father and I connected all because of that car. When he died it was only natural for me to get the car. William got the encyclopedias. Now you may ask how can she afford a car but not an oven? Well let me explain my father’s theory: Drive safely and you don’t need insurance. I live by that. Now I’m babbling back to the phone conversation, right:
- “Oh hi Alyssa.”
- “Katty could you do me like a HUGE favor, I’d like love you forever?”
- What is it?”
- “Can you drive me to this super important audition I have?”
- “Don’t you have a car?”
- “It’s ummm in the garage….yeah it had like ummm engine err…car problems”
- Right… “Well I don’t know….”
- “Please? I’ll like pay you $30”
Me of course being flat broke accepted the offer.
- “Kat thanks sooo much pick me up in 30 minutes”
- “Umm ok…” I was suddenly having my doubts
- “Oh and Kat?”
- “Yeah?”
- “Wear something classy, I don’t need to be embarrassed”
*Click*
Now usually I would have gone down and slapped her for that last remark but, $30! Now I can actually afford hot dogs!