• A Winter Morning to Remember

    Billy had just woken up. Something didn’t feel right. He checked the clock; it said it was 6 o’clock am. The alarm was ringing as loud as three drums blasting rock music in three different songs at the same time, which, now that he came to think of it was. “Ugh today does not have a good vibe!” He grumbled as he stretched himself out. He went to the kitchen in the left wing of his condo. A note on his fridge said “Client meeting at Motorola.” He read the note again. Oh no, he had to get there by eight. He hurried to his walk-in closet. He decided on his white shirt with a beige coat, pants and tie and black business shoes. Along with this he wore a gold and diamond watch. He carried his black briefcase and his coat along with an extra pairs of shoes and pants, just in case he needed it. He had a quick shower and breakfast of toast, eggs and juice.

    He hurried to his car. One quick glance at the sky old him it was going to snow. He got in his convertible and turned the heat up and turned on the radio. “Welcome to Fm 35. Your station to find news, weather and the best songs! It’s a chilly day here in New York today on January 22 2005. The temperature is right now at 59degrees outside with a slight chance of hail and definite chance of snow. Now its time for us to rock this world with weather and news bulletins after every song.” The announcer exclaimed!

    Billy started his car. The car had broken thee times this month. “I need a new car. This one has broken down so many times. Wait a second….I could call the car company to deliver a new car to the Motorola. Hmmm what type of car should I get? I know a silver convertible.” He decided. Within a minute he had made the call and a new car would be waiting for him when he got to work. He stated his car and sped along with his GPS guiding him. It was all good for a while

    All of a sudden his car stopped. “Come on, work you car.” He thought as he tried restarting his car again and again but this was no help. He called the car company to ask if his convertible could be bought to him instead. “Sorry, no can do sir.” Was the reply of the surly sales clerk and then a dial tone. He poked his head out of the car and saw the sign Westchester st. Only three blocks from his office and here he was, stranded in his car. Late for his work. He had to walk.

    He put on his coat and carried his extras in his bag and began his walk. The snow was falling thick and quick. He finally reached his office and was not greeted by a pleasant sight. There was his boss, Brandy, standing in the lobby. This was not good. He entered the lobby. He immediately caught Brandy’s attention. “Billy why in the world are you so late? Why in the world (again) are you dripping wet? May I talk to you in my office please? ” She asked him with a mad look on her face. It was the third time in his 21 years he felt this horrid.

    He came out of her office about an hour later with a smile. Brandy hadn’t been mad at him she just asked him to be a little more careful next time and that he wasn’t fired or anything. Then she asked him to run an errand for her and that was what he was of to do.

    The End