It's the 20th of December and I was told that tomorrow I would get the rest of December off. I just had to deliver one more package so I grabbed it and went to my truck. But to my horror, the truck was gone! I went back to my manager and told him. He called in the boss and they reviewed the CCTV and found out what happened. It turned out I had left the keys in the ignition and someone walked up and taken it.
The boss, with a visibly red face, gave me the package and told me “Deliver this package or forfeit your Christmas bonus!” so I took the package and walked off to deliver it. While I was walking through the town I saw my stolen truck stopped at the lights; I ran up to it. But before I could reach it the light turned green; then the truck's window popped down and the guy waved to me as he drove off. I gave him the finger and he threw a beer bottle at me and it hit me right in the face. I was knocked out and when I awoke the truck was nowhere to be seen.
As I walked out of the city I stopped off at a bar where a man came up to me and asked me how my day was going. I told him what had happened and that I had to now walk to deliver a package. He felt bad for me and asked if I wanted a beer. At first, I said no but he convinced me to just have one drink; then he brought me another and then a few more. He stole the package while I was not looking! At least I think he did!
When I awoke I had a hangover so I ordered some water from the bar. Now I'm going to go and get the package back. But I realised that I don't have any money to pay for the water and the guy had left the beers for me to pay for as well. I ran really quickly out of the bar. The bar owner yelled, pulled out a shotgun and shot at me but luckily he missed. I got away safely, now I need to get that package back to get that Christmas bonus and save my job. This is going to be hard but I must for my son.
I finished my last loaf of bread, the water in my bottle is frozen, and my phone is too cold to turn on. But in the distance, I see an inn and walk towards it. On going in they hand me a key to a room, all for free! Then, on my now warm phone, my boss calls and tells me “Don't worry about the package. I want you to be with your family”. I called a taxi and got home just in time for Christmas. I hugged my 3 beautiful kids, kissed my beautiful wife and celebrated Christmas. One of my sons Miles got a dog and he is so happy with it. My wife was less than impressed. She told me about how a mutt had killed her cat and how she thought of all dogs as cat killers. It got really heated and she went over, grabbed a knife and said “YOU CAT KILLER!!!” and stabbed the dog to death. My kids were horrified and terrified as Mary, my wife ran over to me, knife in hand and pushed me up against the wall. She says “Look what you have done, Christmas is ruined all because of you” as she stabs me in the heart.
I woke up covered in a thin layer of snow and realized I still had to deliver the package. I had fallen asleep in the snow. It was all just a bad dream, well most of it was. My wife does hate dogs and Miles really does want a dog. But that would be the final straw in our marriage and I can’t lose custody of Miles, he’s my flesh and blood and I can't have any more kids.
The two stepdaughters Emma and Alice never obeyed or listened to me, they even burned the book I was about to publish ruining my dreams of being an author. They also tried to sell Miles on the street for 75p. I gave them a good smack when I found that out. Mary said I had overreacted and they were just playing a game. She smashed Miles' toy dog over my head and threw me out of the house, I had to sleep on the street.
My attention is taken by a building covered in snow. I walk in and found some graffiti saying “F$#K Royal Death Soldiers for stealing our truck”. Be ready for the Wrath of the Electric Blood Drops”! I also found a paper on the ground with a plan - steal the package from a Mr Pauper and bring it to Rendezvous Point so I walked out and headed for the address listed.
On the street, I walked past a tv shop advertising a position at Lake Postal. I went in and applied for the job so I could have food and get an apartment to rest my head. I got an interview, but the boss did not like me one bit. The manager said that I had potential at the company so I just barely got the job. Then Mary invited me back home.
My attention is drawn to my feet, my shoes have holes in them and my feet are getting really soggy and cold. I felt really tired and wanted to go to sleep but I knew that I would die of hypothermia and never see my son again. It was getting really hard to walk as I was so tired and my muscles were getting really stiff and painful to move. Then in the distance, I saw a building and hobbled over to it.
I see the building belongs to the criminal gang that stole my package. There was only one guy guarding the package. I walked around the perimeter to look for anything useful and found a loaded old handgun. But I really questioned if I wanted to risk my life and charges to get the Christmas bonus. I had no other option at this point. I had come this far.
I turned off the safety and walked up to the door. Turning the handle, I slowly open the door and walk in. I sneak around inside till I find the room with the package. Success! As I'm trying to leave I come face to face with the one lone guard. I pull out my gun and point it at him. Do I shoot or not? I realize I only have one bullet so I come up with a plan. I shoot the light and it explodes. The guard laughs and says “Smart plan Poindexter”. But before he can move the light falls knocking him out. I rush out and run towards the city now 3km away.
I'm finally here in the city. I almost died delivering this package. I go over to 48 Norber Street. When I saw my truck sitting there, I was pissed off. I grab a rock and stand there considering whether to smash his window. If I smash it then I will get charged with vandalism. To Hell With It! I throw the rock and crash, the windows shatter right in front of my eyes but the owner is not home. Hmm!
I rattle the package and decide to throw it at the door. Bang, out falls a loaded gun, bullets, a lock pick and some illicit substance. Now I'm truly pissed off at this guy. I grabbed the gun and was like what should I do? Should I wait until he comes home and kill him? No! he might kill me or worse. What about destroying his house? I may get arrested, lose custody of my son, and never see him again. I know what I must do. I have to take Miles across the border but first I must go inside and trash this thief's home.
I turn the handle and the door opens, it looks like he forgot to lock it. Inside I find litres of stolen gasoline from local gas stations. I want to burn down the house but think what if this is not his house and I will get charged with arson and maybe even manslaughter? Should I go to the police though they will most likely charge me for breaking and entering. Hey, there's my truck keys. I grab them and use his phone to call the police to make an anonymous tip-off. Outside once more, I hop into my truck and drive away, laughing.
I stopped at a payphone on my way back home. I call my boss and tell him what I think about him and his company. I tell him “I Quit, I’m not going to work for some pea-brained idiot like you. You tormented me every day and you didn't even give us trucks with locks. I mean I had to use a padlock for Christ's sake, you with your fancy car and your golden tooth Well, I don't have any of those luxuries so go home and enjoy your lobster, and your happy family”.The boss bellows ”Well, you can't quit because you're fired”. Then I drove home.
What if she gets custody of Miles, but I've gone through enough years of torture. I get home and I see Mary, I go up to her and tell her I have had enough, I want a divorce. She looks visibly shocked. I also tell her I am taking Miles with me, She says “Take the boy and go”. I grab Miles' hand and we get into the van. As I pull out onto the street I realize we are out of fuel!