minister reached into a nearby ice chest
and pulled out a bottle of beer. As he snapped the lid off, he
continued to engage Joe in unwelcome conversation.
“You know the best thing about Verde Grande?
It's not just the top level golf course, or the big beautiful
homes, but it's that nice gate at the front. I love keeping out the
riffraff!” He said, as his big belly bounced in time to his raucous
guffaws.
Joe narrowed his eyes at the man. He was
dangerously close to throwing all this out the window for one good
swing at the fake little asshole. He heard the other parishioners
milling about in the back yard, and inside the house. He suddenly
saw them for who they really were. All of them were just fake, two
faced suburbanites that were hiding behind this whole God thing. He
flashed back to his time stuck in that little Airstream trailer,
and how the firefighters had to pull him away kicking and screaming
from his own trailer while his mom died inside. Everything welled
up in one instance, and he found himself running toward the front
door when Ernesto intercepted him.
“Where you going boss?” He said. He was
mirroring Joe's own look of shock as he watched his boss freak
out.
Joe tossed the barbeque spatula to his
assistant. “You take over. I need some air.” He said, as his chest
began getting tight.
Out in the backyard, Sarah smiled in triumph.
She had bested the most prominent realtor at his own game! Should
she gloat about it? Naw, she'd tell him when all was said and done.
She kicked her shoes off and walked around on the immaculate grass
while it spread up in between her toes.
All the couples were milling around and
talking amongst themselves, so she decided to go and rub elbows
with everyone. Shoes or not-
It was then that she tripped over a thick tow
cable running into the back door of the house. “ When did that
get here? ”She gauged it at maybe one inch in diameter, as she
followed it through the living room, down the steps, and out to the
front yard. It came to a stop, right at her car. A quick peek
underneath revealed that it was securely fastened to the
undercarriage with bolts and screws. A sudden feeling of dread
swept away her previous optimism, as she ran back in the house to
find out where the other end stopped.
She followed it back to the rear fence. As
she peered over the cedar planking, she saw a large dump truck
nestled in amongst the trees behind the house. The end of the cable
was securely latched to the back of the truck! He
wouldn't....
Like a person on auto pilot, she didn't
recall running inside to clear everyone out. Everything seemed to
move in some kind of blurred slow motion, as she ushered every last
person out to their confusion and displeasure.
She was pulling her phone out when she heard
the truck in back thunder to life. Her heart was beating out of her
chest, as a wave of panic swept the group of prospective home
buyers on the front lawn. What happened next would go down in
history as the most insane version of professional rivalry ever.
She watched her cute little electric car, as it was slowly dragged
to the front door by the thick cable. Once the little car met the
front door, it began twisting and deforming as the truck towed it
into the front of the house. Sarah watched with morbid fascination,
as the car continued to be slowly dragged through the bottom floor
of the house as it destroyed everything in it's path. The house
buckled and shook as the car passed through one wall after another.
Once it cleared the back stairs, what was left of her car clattered
down to the back yard and was hauled off with the alarm still
blaring and beeping. She reached into her purse and turned off the
alarm with a compliant “beep”, while it continued it slow march
behind the dump truck.
She turned to look at the car-shaped hole
that had been punched through the house. The prospective buyers
looked at her from the other side of the hole, as random bits of
drywall and plaster fell
and pulled out a bottle of beer. As he snapped the lid off, he
continued to engage Joe in unwelcome conversation.
“You know the best thing about Verde Grande?
It's not just the top level golf course, or the big beautiful
homes, but it's that nice gate at the front. I love keeping out the
riffraff!” He said, as his big belly bounced in time to his raucous
guffaws.
Joe narrowed his eyes at the man. He was
dangerously close to throwing all this out the window for one good
swing at the fake little asshole. He heard the other parishioners
milling about in the back yard, and inside the house. He suddenly
saw them for who they really were. All of them were just fake, two
faced suburbanites that were hiding behind this whole God thing. He
flashed back to his time stuck in that little Airstream trailer,
and how the firefighters had to pull him away kicking and screaming
from his own trailer while his mom died inside. Everything welled
up in one instance, and he found himself running toward the front
door when Ernesto intercepted him.
“Where you going boss?” He said. He was
mirroring Joe's own look of shock as he watched his boss freak
out.
Joe tossed the barbeque spatula to his
assistant. “You take over. I need some air.” He said, as his chest
began getting tight.
Out in the backyard, Sarah smiled in triumph.
She had bested the most prominent realtor at his own game! Should
she gloat about it? Naw, she'd tell him when all was said and done.
She kicked her shoes off and walked around on the immaculate grass
while it spread up in between her toes.
All the couples were milling around and
talking amongst themselves, so she decided to go and rub elbows
with everyone. Shoes or not-
It was then that she tripped over a thick tow
cable running into the back door of the house. “ When did that
get here? ”She gauged it at maybe one inch in diameter, as she
followed it through the living room, down the steps, and out to the
front yard. It came to a stop, right at her car. A quick peek
underneath revealed that it was securely fastened to the
undercarriage with bolts and screws. A sudden feeling of dread
swept away her previous optimism, as she ran back in the house to
find out where the other end stopped.
She followed it back to the rear fence. As
she peered over the cedar planking, she saw a large dump truck
nestled in amongst the trees behind the house. The end of the cable
was securely latched to the back of the truck! He
wouldn't....
Like a person on auto pilot, she didn't
recall running inside to clear everyone out. Everything seemed to
move in some kind of blurred slow motion, as she ushered every last
person out to their confusion and displeasure.
She was pulling her phone out when she heard
the truck in back thunder to life. Her heart was beating out of her
chest, as a wave of panic swept the group of prospective home
buyers on the front lawn. What happened next would go down in
history as the most insane version of professional rivalry ever.
She watched her cute little electric car, as it was slowly dragged
to the front door by the thick cable. Once the little car met the
front door, it began twisting and deforming as the truck towed it
into the front of the house. Sarah watched with morbid fascination,
as the car continued to be slowly dragged through the bottom floor
of the house as it destroyed everything in it's path. The house
buckled and shook as the car passed through one wall after another.
Once it cleared the back stairs, what was left of her car clattered
down to the back yard and was hauled off with the alarm still
blaring and beeping. She reached into her purse and turned off the
alarm with a compliant “beep”, while it continued it slow march
behind the dump truck.
She turned to look at the car-shaped hole
that had been punched through the house. The prospective buyers
looked at her from the other side of the hole, as random bits of
drywall and plaster fell
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