“I’m very sorry to hear that.”
Click.
I stare at my phone, furious. “I know you are lying to me!”
I look around at the darkening sky. Tears begin to fill my eyes and my glasses begin to fog.
I call Timantha back and she answers immediately. “Did they help you?”
“No! They said I’m too Musky for rescue!”
“Come again?”
“Apparently, my phone carrier’s satellites are banned here! I am stranded in Canada because of a white African namedElon freaking Musk!”
“You have got to be kidding me!” She yells.
“Not kidding. Not one bit.”
I’m ranting and trying to figure out what to do next when I hear another noise.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Something’s moving toward my car.
I freeze. “Tim…something’s coming.”
“What? What is it?”
“I think it’s a bear.”
“Oh my God.”
“I should’ve brought the pepper spray. Or the gun. Anastasia told me to pack it and I laughed. WHO NEEDS A GUN IN CANADA,” I said.Bitch, you do!
The bear gets closer.
“Tell my mom I love her. And Justine cannot have my Crash Steele dress she’s been begging for in the event of my untimely death!”
There’s a knock on my window and I scream so loud I scaremyself.
“Ahhhhhhh! MAMA SAY, MAMA SAH, MAMA KOOSA!”.Or whatever the hell that Michael Jackson song says.
“Timantha, call for help!”
RIP to the Queen
Eli
“I’m telling you, man, I’m good for tonight,” I say, steering the truck one-handed while the other holds the phone to my ear.
“Here we go again,” Drake laughs, the sound rich with a frustration he’s been nursing for as long as I can remember.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
I let out a slow sigh. “Just say it, Drake. You’re already halfway there.”
