This tale has been sitting for a long time… in my imagination, that is. I started writing it when I got my drivers’ license… three months ago. 😀 Enjoy!
I slam the door to my office and slump down into my swivel chair. I blow out a breath and growl, pushing my hair out of my face. The door opens slightly and Benedict steps in. “Trouble on the way here?”
I groan. “I hate driving. Honestly, what’s with people on the roads? Everyone drives so slow!”
Benedict sits down in the interview chair. “Really?”
I sigh. “Yes! There was this jerk in front of me who was just inching along! I was stuck behind him for over a mile, and I couldn’t pass him, thanks to all the other cars whizzing past. So I had to wait until I got to Lava Java.” I growl. “Thank goodness he didn’t stop, too.”
“That’s interesting,” Benedict says.
I frown. “Why?”
“Well, on my way to work today, there was a person riding my bumper almost the whole time.” He leans back in the chair. “I was quite relieved when they turned into Lava Java Coffee Shop.”
My face heats up. “Um…” This is awkward…
Benedict gives me a half grin. “Don’t worry about it. But you may want to work on patience… and your driving.”
Time to chat! Do you drive? Which one are you: the speeder or the slowpoke? (I’m the slowpoke…) Ever had an experience like this? Comment below!
**Author’s note: I’ve got a surprise coming tomorrow… **