That didn't just happen!

Sometimes when people make bad choices they get punished by circumstances.

A few years ago I was feeling hunger pains as I left my job as a salesman working for C.V.N. , a large distributer of consumer products.  It had been a long day with many demanding customers.

 

As I started out on Highway 7 I realized I was going to need to stop at Wendy’s Restaurant for a meal before going home.  I pulled into the drive thru and placed my order through the intercom.  I noticed ahead that the young lady who was taking my order was blonde and very pretty.

 

When I arrived at the window to pay for my food I was shocked to see that the girl taking my order was Gina, an old girlfriend from high school.  She was very flirty as she took my money and gave me my food.

 

We talked for a few minutes at the window that night, and she finally said, “So are you seeing anyone these days Kyle?”   I responded “No.”  (truthfully) and Gina gave me her phone number and asked me to call her.  Gina’s hand held mine for a moment as she handed me her number and she appeared interested in seeing me again.

 

The next day I called her and we talked for a long while.  We talked about how things didn’t work out well while dating and how maybe we had made a mistake by breaking up.  We made arrangements to go out on Friday night after she was finished with work.  Gina told me to call her at about 7 pm since that would be about the time she would be done with work.  She had asked if I could pick her up from work and drive her home since she lives close to me.  Then I would leave her at her home and allow her to take a shower and so on and then pick her up again an hour or so later once she had made herself look beautiful again.

 

I called Gina at work at about 7 pm and was told very quickly that Gina “was busy”.  A few minutes later a friend of mine called and he then asked me to go to a wild, crazy party in Hopkins, a nearby town.  He kept telling me that all of our friends would be there and that there would be many kegs and pretty girls there.  I told him I would have to call Gina again and see what was going on, and if things didn’t work out with her then I would join him in going to that crazy get together in Hopkins.

 

I immediately called Gina again at the restaurant and Gina herself answered.  She told me she was really tired from a busy day at the restaurant and that I should call her again in about an hour.   After I hung up the phone I immediately called Harlan my friend and said, “All systems are Go!”  He said he would be over in about 45 minutes to pick me up for the party.  Although I had told Gina I would be calling her back, I still didn’t like that I was being told to wait when I wanted to get the evening started.

 

I was feeling guilty as Harlan showed up at my door.  I wasn’t quite ready to go though as I needed a little more time in the bathroom and I needed to find a few things.  Of course as soon as I was set the leave the phone rang and it was Gina.  She seemed more upbeat now as she asked me to drive over and get her.  I told her I wasn’t coming since I had to wait so long and I finally told her, “I’ve gotta go Gina.”  And I hung up the phone.

 

About 30 seconds later Harlan and I were talking animatedly while walking to his car about how much fun we were going to have that night.  I noticed that Harlan had strangely parked in the middle of our driveway.  Usually he would park on one side or the other of the driveway.  The car looked cockeyed the way it was and I then did a double take as I suddenly noticed a large amount of a heavy looking white substance land on the side of his car!   Apparently a flock of birds had all at the same time decided to s**t on Harlan’s car and virtually all of the bird s**t happened to land on the passengers side of the car.  I had to climb in the back seat in order to open up the door since so much bird poop was all over the passenger side of the car!

 

Harlan and I laughed all the way to the car wash.  But in the back of our minds we couldn’t help but think we were being punished somehow.

 

About a half hour after we left, Gina arrived at my house.  Gina was upset and stormed the house assuming I was just ignoring her and pouting about her having me wait for an extra hour.  Gina yelled at my roommate telling him I was being a baby.  After Gina left my home and returned to her car she realized that she had locked her keys in her running vehicle and had to call AAA to come and help her to get back in the car.

 

Gina and I never spoke again.

Author's Note

Sometimes you get shit on when you make your lady mad.

Reviews

[Liza]

I enjoyed reading this story. I am not one to invest extra time into stories but that is all you have here so I am flexible this time :)

This seems like a personal story and if it is not then you have a very vivid imagination and a nice way of transitioning details of perceptions, emotions, visual cues and desires met through hunger in the physical form; as well as emotional.

When you spoke of fast food restaurants, roommates and Gina being an ex from highschool - I got a sense of age....late teens early twenties - which is a great thing to feel - you ignited the reader's imagination by showing the environment rather than telling us...

[Peony]

Ouch! Strange how events happen, eh? Awesome story, I enjoyed it very much.

[Natalie]

I guess my question is, what is the point of this story? It reads a bit like a piece out of a personal log of dating (or failure to date) experiences. That could be funny. Still, to streamline it you want to leave out any information that is not relevant - like where you work. That had nothing to do with the story and has no business being in the first line. Try an attention getter there. An interesting tale, for sure.

[Samuel Dickens]

I can see both sides of this coin. Thinking about it, do you believe it's possible that the bird crap all over the passenger door might have been an omen? Perhaps a warning, like...DON'T GET IN THIS CAR!
A very good piece of writing.

[Veronica Chandler]

A real s**t storm after a metaphoric s**t storm...nice, and the addition of instant karma added just enough spice and interest keep this poet glued to your story telling. The story reminds me of how often I myself have experienced my own instant karma. I wrote a poem about my dating life in Missouri called "Fishing in the Toilet" and two weeks later I am laughing out loud in my own bathroom because I am litterally standing in alone in front of the porcelain fixture fishing out crap.

[Joiedevivre]

hahaha! Did that really happen? Good story.

[shoaib]

wow
great work with this
sad ending

[Leanne Conway]

I liked reading this, I read it earlier but didn't review right away because I had to step out for some air, But anyway, thank you for writing this story.(:

[brenda]

dang!!! that is messed up!!!