I got out of the truck and stepped out into the middle of the lot. I was just heading towards my rental, when “Boom!!”, it blew up in front of me. “Shit!” I said flying a few feet backward, as I hit the asphalt with a thud. The last thing I remembered before the “lights” went out was Gerry screaming my name while booting it across the parking lot.
I woke up in Emergency. Gerry was holding my hand. My head was bandaged, and I felt like crap.
“What the hell happened to me this time?” I was really starting to get pissed about being the hapless victim.
Gerry leaned over and kissed me. “Be thankful you weren’t closer to the car than you were. Speaking of cars. Did I not tell you to stay in mine?” “Well, yeah but…” I argued.
“But, nothing! When I tell you to stay in the car ,damn it, stay in the car!!!”
“You know I never listen.”
“Perhaps it would behoove you to start.”
Behoove me? Since when did Gerry use words like that?
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