July 19, 2011

“Oh-no-no-no, I am not going with him!” Harriet crossed her arms scowling.

“Me? I’m not going with you!” Jake crossed his arms too, mocking her expression.

Bill looked them both in the eye. “Guys, this is really not the time. My mother is dying!”

“But!” They said in unison.

“No buts about it. Get. In. The. Car.” Bill shepherded them into the cab and slammed the door shut after them.

The driver grinned at the arguing boy and girl. “Where to?”

“Anywhere, just leave her behind,” Jake gestured with his thumb at Harriet.

“In other words, Chicago.” Harriet clarified. Jake groaned. Harriet shot him a glance like the artic in January.

Rush hour, with Harriet, in Chicago, with Harriet, if I don’t die of irritation I’ll die of boredom, thought Jake. At least it can’t get any worse… Just then, Hannah Montana came on the radio. “You have got to be kidding me!” Jake said. Based on the gleeful malicious smile on Harriet’s face, she was enjoying herself a little too much. This is gonna be a long ride, thought Jake. “Can you please turn that off?” Jake asked.

“What wrong man, no respect for the classics?” The driver replied.

“C-c-classics!? Since when does ‘Fly on the Wall’ qualify as a classic!? Did the world turn upside down today?” Jake face palmed, shaking his head sadly as he closed his eyes, attempting to block out the noise. See no evil, hear no evil, thought Jake.

“Turn it up!” yelled Harriet over the already-blasting speakers.
Jake groaned. Why can’t my life be easy? He wondered.