The story of how I got in trouble for no reason.

I used a writing prompt to get this. A short, funny story about someone getting in a bit of a pickle.

It started like a normal day. Nothing bad, nothing good. The kind of day that makes you think of better days. Usually that thinking happens in the car. I was paying attention! I really was! Kinda. Anyways, I was thinking about the time I had eaten a whole bar of chocolate while watching AFV, when a car suddenly stopped in front of me! I slammed on the brakes, but still ended up ramming into the back of the car. I realized this would mean I'd be late for my job interview. A started swearing and got out of the car. Uhg! I thought. What am I going to tell Mr. Hatchfeild now? Oh! What luck! He’s right here- wait, WHAT? I stared in horror as my could-be boss got out of his rammed-up car.

“What is the meaning of this?” He said.

“Uh- I-“ I spluttered.

“Hey, don't I know you?”

“No! I mean, I don't think so…”

“Wait, you're the girl who was supposed to be trying out for the job today!”

I froze. This was bad. Very bad. I started spewing out apologies.

“I’m sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going! You stopped to fast! I’m sorry!”

“You’d better be, since there’s no chance of landing that job for you anymore.”

I wanted a huge hole to open and swallow me up. Take me to Russia. Or Munchkinland. I took out my wallet.

“How much do I owe you?”

“About $300.”

“WHAT?!” I yelled. “HOW WILL I GET $300?!”

“You should of thought of that before hand.”

“Before hand? How would I have known this would of happened! It wasn't on purpose!”

Hatchfeild just glared at me. I glared back. He grunted, and walked back to his car. He started the engine and drove of. I found myself wishing his car was broken. The engine smashed. Then maybe he’d be late for a wedding or something. His OWN wedding! Then maybe his bride would be so mad at him. She’d cancel the wedding and have him banished to Alaska! Yes that would teach him… HONK!

‘Hey! Lady! Get out of the intersection!”

I sighed I got in my car and tried to start up the engine. Nothing happened. I tried again. Still nothing. I realized I was stuck. Face red with embarrassment, I got out of the car. I went to the back and started pushing. People stared at me as I tried to shove my car to the side. I was pushing with all my might. Then it started to roll downhill. I watch, helpless, as my car rolled down the road and into a ditch. I stared at it for a few seconds, then stuck my hand out and yelled:

“TAXI!”