Exhilarating Monotony
I watched Jim wipe the incalculable amount of sweat from his brow. His fingers were coarse against the rubber steering wheel. That’s bad for your cuticles. Jim couldn't lose his cuticles now! He was so young! He saw a bee bang against the windshield.
That bee could be a killer bee! Jim rolled up the window. Hopefully it isn’t one of those mutated bees that could eat through glass, I thought. They had been discovered in... Canada? Oh, wait, it was Yuanambia. Yup.
He turned left onto Wilmot Ave. There are gangs on Wilmot Ave! Gangs are bad! Turn around, Jim! Luckily, Jim didn’t know about the “Bigfoot” sighting across the street from Wilmot. That would have been pure terror for him. I kew it was for me. He would have lost control of the car. I’d have to take over. I’d swear I could hear something growling from behind a trashcan. Something big! With teeth, too! Of course, I couldn't see it, but I had a gut feeling it could rip me to shreads.
I diverted my mind from that problem. Of the millions of potholes on Wilmot, any one of them could have launched Jim’s car several hundred feet in the air. It was on an episode of LegendBusters Every. Little. Pothole. One was coming up!
I yelled at the top of my lungs. The car screeched to a halt.
“What?”, he asked.
Jim should be glad I’m such a good friend. I spared him the horrible news that we were about to be launched in the air, and into the cliff. OMG! Where was my helmet! I started to freak out again. Why had I been so stupid!
We were going again, and I found a nice spot under the seat and got into the fetal position.
Would we ever get home!?
Jim let out long sigh. He was bored, in the middle of all this! Oh, no, the bee was back!
Finally, we were back at 93 Wilmot. I couldn’t wait for the side door to open, and leaped out the window.
“That is the last time I take my dog to work.”
Well you’re no walk in the park either, buddy!
