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Rated: E · Short Story · Comedy · #1747460
I just wanted to relate to other people out there, that bad things happen to all of us
Let me ask you this!

Do the most unfortunate things always seem to happen to you (out of all the people),and you know that ,that is mainly due to the simple fact that it is YOU?!?

This very thing just happened to me today.

Actually I have to start he story yesterday.Why?? Because yesterday the heater of my car broke down.

Of course , just because it's me.

" WHY WHY WHY?" When I make my living driving my car around?

To make matters a little bit worse,I think my car is sick and will soon die of a horrible disease called owners neglegt.

Let's just hope that it'll be later than sooner. That is the sad , sad reason  why it is going to die,but of course it will give me all kinds of troubles and obstacles to overcome before that sad day comes along.

Anyway,so here I am in living in Chicago, in the dead of winter , with a junkie old car ( which will die soon) ,with a broken down heater. Did I mention it is JANUARY??

And so just because it's me ,and we're having a deep freeze,in Chicago , I get stuck at the railroad tracks.

You're probably thinking"ok,big deal",but with my luck it had to be one of those , slow creeping , endlessly looooong , cargo trains.

Let me tell you,that is definetly a big deal,because for some odd reason, when it is cold and your heater isn't working , the temperature in your car seems to magically intensify.

Or in other words, it morphs into an ice box. Again ,I am thinking ,that it's probably just because it's me.

Ten endless minutes pass, but I am patiently waiting sitting in my old , shaky,ice box, and I think that I can finally spot the end of the train, when  destiny decides to torture me a bit more.

Just know that my fingers,or should I say what once resembled my fingers, had turned into frozen icicles.

At thispoint you could not even call them fingers anymore , they rather looked like unmovable claws.

But just when I thought I was home free,another train comes along.

Just aslong ,slow,and creeping as theone before.

Now you tell me thats,this is not just because it's me.







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