Page 12 of Definitely Not a Thing
What actually happened was that I discovered my phone screen was frozen – a stupid glitch that been happening since I finally stopped postponing the last hardware update a few days ago.
Shit.
As soon as I restarted and unlocked it, the device started pinging with notifications.
Ayou definitely fucked something upamount of notifications.
“No,” I groaned, already pouting as I read through the notifications letting me know the movers were arriving.
Had arrived.
Were waiting.
Would wait five more minutes.
Were giving me another five minutes as a courtesy.
Regrettably had to go.
I was still charged the full rate, plus the tip, because I always checked that box. And I couldn’t even betoomad, because the movers had showed up.
On the right date.
At the appointed time.
At the agreed-upon location.
The townhouse I was supposed to be moving into.
Notthis building.
I…
Okay.
Okay.
I tossed the phone onto the dashboard.
Closed my eyes.
Clenched my fists.
And… fuck it, I screamed.
And… I felt the tiniest bit better.
Until I opened my eyes, and locked gazes with my neighbor, who was standing on the sidewalk in front of the truck.
If his expression was any indication… I looked exactly as crazy as I felt.
Maybe crazier.
And then his face cracked into a laugh.
“No!No!” I declared, turning the ignition off and opening the door to climb down. “You donotget to laugh at me!”
He raised an eyebrow. “That’s wild, considering that I’mdefinitelylaughing right now.”
