Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Something Is Not Right With Me

Fred stubbed his cigarette out in the desolate parking lot. He needed a place to run a couple of loads and make a couple quick phone calls.

Laundry manager chewed him out for lighting a Lucky Strike inside. That was the first thing that tipped him off that something wasn't quite right.

Brushing it off he fished through his pants for loose change. The laundry phone was charging more than twice its usual fee. After dropping two dimes and a nickel no dial tone.

"That thing hasn't worked in years", the manager remarked. "Hasn't seen much use now that everyone's got their own cell."

(Trying hard not to let it show. I tried to call you collect. You said you would not accept. Your friends are laughing 'cause no one uses pay phones.)

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