Dude, where's my chevy?

by Punkin

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He pushed me out the door. Three days, 72 hours and a set of esoteric directions, that read more like a riddle, rather than a map.

I looked at the bundle of bills in my hand. I looked at the package attached to my hand like a mutant, malignant appendage.

“Why the drama?” I muttered sarcastically, as a ran to my car,”He could have just paid for me to take the package, after all that is my job. I am a courier.”

I reached the spot my car should have been at. It was gone, along with the other undelivered packages, and my racotek. In it’s place was a large orange cone. I kicked over the cone frustrated, something glimmered underneath, a set of keys of various shapes and sizes, one of which was a foreign model car key…with keyless entery. Where would one park a car in an alleyway?

I looked up two large, burly and angry looking men were walking quickly in my direction.

I pushed the panic button and ran.

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  1. Dude, where's my chevy?

    Punkin's Buddy Icon Punkin

    Posted 4 months ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    BTW , the racotek is a combonation wireless computer, printer and CB radio. It’s how dispatchers keeps track of where everyone is while they are delivering packages. It’s expensive enough that the computer can be traced, and the couriers have to rent them. Anyway just an FYI .

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