Thrifty

7

As I am cruising the outskirts of town, raindrops began falling on the windshield of my Oldsmobile. Soon, the drops turned into a downpour, and when I turned onto a dirt road, my car got stuck. Really?

I opened the door and took a step before slipping and falling on my side. The dirt has transformed into mud. "Son of a—." I cursed as I attempted to get up, but slipped on the mud a second, third, and fourth time before grabbing hold of my car, and gliding to the trunk.

Opening it, I rummaged through it until I find a wooden board. It took a while to get it underneath the tire since I fell into the mud a few more times. When I finally finished, I sat on one of my dollar rain ponchos to keep the mud and water from ruining the seats. The interior is the only thing that's still in good condition, and I don't want to mess it up.

Feeling like a drenched rat, I turned the ignition on and see that I am dangerously close to empty. Sighing in frustration, I put the car into gear and reversed back onto the concrete road before driving to the nearest gas station.

When I get there, I sighed in frustration. This isn't my lucky night. I got out and am trudging towards the entrance when I spot a woman dressed like a hooker with hair teased up and a cigarette in her mouth.

She grinned toothily at me. "Hey there. Looking for a good time?" I open my mouth to decline when she laughs. "Yeah right, like I'd do anything with a loser like you." She kept laughing and puffing away as I stomp inside to pay for gas and late night snacks.

"That'll be twenty-five fifty." The cashier said. I reach my hand into my sweatshirt pocket to get cash when I felt the fishing line that I didn't get to use when I almost killed Daisy. As the cashier is ringing me up, I glance outside and smirked. Maybe this night won't be wasted after all.

After paying for my stuff, I headed out as she laughed at me again. I filled the tank as I stuffed the food in the passenger seat. I scanned the area to figure out the best course of action. I see a narrow alleyway near where she's standing and felt a rush of excitement. This is what I need after the kind of night I've had. Once the tank is filled, I hopped into the car and drove off. I circled around to the alleyway and parked where no one can see it.

I looked around to make sure the coast is clear and made my move. She was too busy puffing another cigarette with her back to me. So far, so good. I wrapped the fishing line around my knuckles and quickly wrapped it around her neck. The cigarette fell to the ground as she is gasping for air and struggling to get out of my grip. When her struggling is ceasing I whisper, "Who's the loser now?" She finally went limp in my grip. I sat her against the wall and ran to my car and drove off with a wide grin on my face.