Note: For a while, I've had an idea about nghề viết văn a short scene with the unseen "My car!" guy, whose car is frequently damaged hoặc destroyed bởi the penguins. And today I have written such a scene. I hope bạn will enjoy it.
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The man sighed and then dialed his cell phone. "Hi, I would like to file a claim for the damage my car sustained this morning," he đã đưa ý kiến when his call was answered bởi an agent at the auto insurance company.
"What is the nature of the damage to your vehicle, sir?" the agent asked.
"It's totaled. There was an explosion of some sort as I was walking back to where I had parked it on Fifth Avenue. There are parts scattered all over the place."
The agent took a glance at the caller ID to see the name and phone number of the man she was speaking with. She knew it. "Again, Paul?" she đã đưa ý kiến as she rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Do bạn know how many claims you've filed with us since we've been your insurance provider?"
"Sixteen. But that's beside the point. The point is that just as soon as I acquire a new vehicle, the thing blows up on me. I seriously believe that someone is out to get me. In fact, I recall seeing four small shadows fleeing from the area after the explosion occurred this morning. I think there may be a gang of dwarfs involved."
The agent shook her head. "I beg to differ. At this point, I'm highly suspecting fraud. As soon as I clear it with my supervisor, I'm going to terminate your policy with us and refer your claims to our fraud division."
Paul sighed. "Ma'am, you've got to believe me. I certainly understand if bạn need to raise my rate a little again, but I'm not trying to deceive anybody. My cars just keep blowing up, and that's the truth."
[Story last edited October 18, 2013.]
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The man sighed and then dialed his cell phone. "Hi, I would like to file a claim for the damage my car sustained this morning," he đã đưa ý kiến when his call was answered bởi an agent at the auto insurance company.
"What is the nature of the damage to your vehicle, sir?" the agent asked.
"It's totaled. There was an explosion of some sort as I was walking back to where I had parked it on Fifth Avenue. There are parts scattered all over the place."
The agent took a glance at the caller ID to see the name and phone number of the man she was speaking with. She knew it. "Again, Paul?" she đã đưa ý kiến as she rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Do bạn know how many claims you've filed with us since we've been your insurance provider?"
"Sixteen. But that's beside the point. The point is that just as soon as I acquire a new vehicle, the thing blows up on me. I seriously believe that someone is out to get me. In fact, I recall seeing four small shadows fleeing from the area after the explosion occurred this morning. I think there may be a gang of dwarfs involved."
The agent shook her head. "I beg to differ. At this point, I'm highly suspecting fraud. As soon as I clear it with my supervisor, I'm going to terminate your policy with us and refer your claims to our fraud division."
Paul sighed. "Ma'am, you've got to believe me. I certainly understand if bạn need to raise my rate a little again, but I'm not trying to deceive anybody. My cars just keep blowing up, and that's the truth."
[Story last edited October 18, 2013.]
the tiếp theo mourning.
Skipper: (wakes up to hear something) Kiva. Kiva wake up.
Me: (wakes up) what is it skipper?
Skipper: I saw something it looks like a thuyền it maybe our last chance to be rescued!
Me: what?! (sees a boat) hey! over here! were over here! (hugs skipper) skipper the thuyền stop and its turning towards us!
Skipper: yes after a few days without water we are finally getting out of this dump!
someone on the thuyền was speaking Spanish so I talk to him on the thuyền in Spanish to rescue me and skipper on the island and it worked me and skipper are finally getting off the island.
on the boat.
Skipper: when did bạn learn to speak Spanish Kiva?
Me: internet why?
Skipper: oh I was just wondering. when the people get us back to the dock I think we should head back to New York and tell my men about it.
Me: I think that's a good idea skipper (hugs skipper) and I like it.
The End
Skipper: (wakes up to hear something) Kiva. Kiva wake up.
Me: (wakes up) what is it skipper?
Skipper: I saw something it looks like a thuyền it maybe our last chance to be rescued!
Me: what?! (sees a boat) hey! over here! were over here! (hugs skipper) skipper the thuyền stop and its turning towards us!
Skipper: yes after a few days without water we are finally getting out of this dump!
someone on the thuyền was speaking Spanish so I talk to him on the thuyền in Spanish to rescue me and skipper on the island and it worked me and skipper are finally getting off the island.
on the boat.
Skipper: when did bạn learn to speak Spanish Kiva?
Me: internet why?
Skipper: oh I was just wondering. when the people get us back to the dock I think we should head back to New York and tell my men about it.
Me: I think that's a good idea skipper (hugs skipper) and I like it.
The End
