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[carneadovada]

I jolted the glass door of the convenience store back on its hinge. My head pounded as I walked through the sun to my car. Pulled my Mountain Dew out of the sack and set it on the roof of my car. Threw the sack with my beef jerky and Cheetos into the open window on the passenger side, and filled her up with 20. Reached in my shirt pocket and pulled out a Marlboro Light. Just a little over half a tank for 20? Damn. Drove away sipping my ice cold Dew and lit my smoke.

Pulled my scratchers out from my other shirt pocket and set them against the steering wheel. Where is a dime or something? Shit. Red light. Brakes! Found a penny. Started scratching from the bottom left to the top right, the winner scratch, and the car behind me honked. It’s Saturday fucker! Where do you have to be? Kept scratching a second and started driving while I threw my left arm out the window displaying my extended middle finger. I looked in the rearview and saw that same biatch with the tappy foot who was behind me in line while I picked my scratchers. Look, sorry some of us like to win money while others like to get in a big hurry for no reason on a weekend morning…ok, afternoon.

I got double my gas money back on the first scratcher. That meant I’d spent about 10 total at the gas station thus far. Not bad for half a tank of gas, a drink, a pack of smokes, some snacks and scratchers. That’s right, bitch! I looked for miss tappy foot but she must have turned somewhere.

Scratching the next card I noticed a little traffic ahead so I started ambling around five under the speed limit. I scratched furiously and cranked up the AC. Not a winner. Oh well.

Oh there was miss tappy foot bitch! I had to push the pedal a little to pass her. Just as I was passing her, looking at her with a big fuck you smile, a dude, about 6’6” and probably 260, came from nowhere on his Harley, must have misread the traffic, tried to split between my car and miss tappy’s as I was already passing her and switching lanes to cut her off. His front tire must have gotten sandwiched between our cars flinging him over the handlebars directly in front of tappy’s car. She later said she instinctively slammed on the brakes. However, dude’s leg was apparently caught under the back tire, grinding it away into the asphalt. My car t-boned across the front of her Mustang and I watched as I was pushed along the street sideways, hoping I wouldn’t flip. I was on two wheels when our vehicles came to a stop.

I climbed out the window onto her hood and stepped down onto the street seeing for the first time the half-mangled body and dented bald head of the motorcyclist, and then heard the roar of eight more Harley’s ridden by eight more beastlike men, all adorned in what looked to be matching vests. Great, I thought. I just killed the leader of the motorcycle gang.

[Coffee Freak]

Heck ya, I like it.

[Devils advocate]

Excellent choice of words in fluent sentences. Very nice development with a vividly described accident. I loved the choice to title the woman "Ms. Tappy Foot."

[jack]

Carneadovada You have a character that captures me as a reader. I want to know what this man will do when the men on the scooters get off their bikes. Good job!!! Thanks for your words!