Different Perspective
Jerry laid back and sighed heavily. How had his life come to this? When he was younger he had had dreams and aspirations like anyone else. He had wanted to be a dinosaur. And then, when he got older and someone explained how these things worked, he had decided to spend his life digging for and studying dinosaurs. He would have succeeded in his goal too if only he hadn’t decided to dig for the creatures using dynamite. That particular method was not appreciated, it would seem.
Afterwards, he started to drift from job to job, never quite able to settle into anything permanent. His love life had also suffered, leading him to conclude that women just didn’t like him. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that women did like him and all wished that he were dating...someone else. Most mornings, Jerry woke up bitter.
Now, he was driving busses for a living, something he had always vowed he would never do as he hated busses. Of course, today he wasn’t driving the bus. He had been, earlier in the day. Everything had been normal at his first stop, but when he got to his second stop, a giant chicken had boarded, knocked him on the head and then dragged him away. Now he was tied up, laying on the floor in the kitchen. A few minutes ago, a young man had entered the room and kicked him in the stomach as he stepped over his prone body. Likely, the kick had been accidental as the kid hadn’t seemed to notice that there were a few people tied up on the floor. He must have had a wicked hangover. Soon after, the young man had left, leaving the kidnapped bus drivers alone in the dark.
Sighing again, Jerry closed his eyes and smiled. It was nice to have an extra day off of work.
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