Dammit.
“Judie?”
Double Dammit
“Judie!”
dammit thrice! He’s running after me now!Ooh, thrice is a good word, not bad Judie… wait… why am I talking to myself?AH! He’s catching up! PEDAL ! PEDAL!
“Judie! Please! I know you got my e-mail!”
Damn. Great, now I’m stopping, why am I stopping?Come on Judie, RUN !
Clearly my body was not doing what my mind was telling it to so I spun around on him, he was gagging for air because he’d run so hard.He collapsed on the ground.
“Thank goodness.”
“Excuse me?”I started to get back on my bike.
He jumped up,”No, please, won’t you just listen to me try to explain.”
Ok, it’s time for:(dramatic music)playing stupid time.
“Explain what?That you’re an asshole?I got that much already buddy.”
He just looked at me, “I know you got that e-mail so stop playing stupid.”
Dammit… how many times is that?
“What e-mail?” I tried to get on my bike again but he grabbed the handlebars.
“Judie, please, can’t you just give me this one chance?” he pleaded.
Dammit