Fatal Attraction (boyxboy)

Familiar Mishaps

Craig

Lowering my foot to meet the pavement under the last step to my apartment complex, I cautiously checked my surroundings to make sure everything went smoothly on my way to work. It's sad to say that I'm all too used to pigeons making me the target for dropping their loads, people accidentally spilling their coffee on me, or even being arrested for jay walking. Hell, I've even been robbed at gunpoint, but I take it in stride. Everything is just a lesson learned, right? Well, that's what I tell myself, anyway. After making sure the coast was clear, I stepped down and started walking towards main street to catch a cab.

"Where to, sir?" he asked in an foreign accent.

"Um to 215 Planes Avenue. It's the building fourth building down on the left".

He pulled off, leaving me to my thoughts, a place I've always been scared of. I tapped my fingers on my knees and hummed a tune my mom used to sing to me to occupy my mind, before it went to that dark place that it loves so much. Before I knew it, we were there.

"Okay sir, that'll be $12.83"

I nodded, reaching for my wallet, only to an empty pocket. Fuck!

"Um, excuse me. I kind of forgot my wallet."  He just stared at me, like he was waiting for me to say 'April Fool's Day!', but sadly I can't lie like that in the middle of November.

"You blacks and always wanting free stuff! You pay me now or I call cops!" he yelled. I looked around frantically for anything, even a penny to start a quick charity. Ironically, all I could find was a "Get out of jail!" Monopoly game card. Sigh, if only monopoly was real. I attempted to exit the taxi, but he locked it, as he placed the phone to his ear. 

"Sir, please! I'm almost late for work! I'm sure one of my co-workers will pay for me!"

"No! You pay me now or else!"

"I don't have the money on me!"

He shrugged and placed the phone back to his ear.

I huffed and regretted being late to work three times already. My boss said that next time I'm getting fired. I know the smart thing would be to just tell him to turn back around so I can get the money from my home, but I only had five more minutes until I was considered late. I'm sure being arrested is a good excuse for not showing up for work. Okay, no it's not. I rolled my eyes, landing them on one of the only workers I talk to. I immediately started pounding on the lightly tinted window.

"Zeek! Ezekiel!" I yelled, in an attempt to get his attention. He looked over and ran to me.

"Craig? What the hell? We only have three minutes left dude!" he shouted.

As soon as he finished his sentence, a cop pushed him out the way, pulling the door open and snatching me out. 

"What the hell is going on!" Ezekiel yelled to the cop. The cop slammed me on the hood of the taxi cab and put my hands behind my back. I was at a loss for words. Everything was happening so fast that I didn't even realize I had pissed on myself as soon as the cop pulled me out of the cab.

"Arrest this man! Do it now!" the taxi driver shouted, getting out of his car.

"What the fuck did he do?" Ezekiel yelled at him.

"This man no pay!" 

"So you call the cops! How much is it? Fuck it, just take this!" Ezekiel screamed, shoving $20 at the dude. Instantly the cop got off of me and pushed me onto the sidewalk.

"Yo, Crip. You good?" Ezekiel asked, extending a hand to help me up.

"Yeah, I've been through worse. Thanks though, I'll pay you back man." 

"Don't worry about it, Crip. I got you, let's go before you get your ass fired!" he chuckled.

I laughed, "True. And you got to stop calling me that on these streets. With my luck, I'll get my as beat by a gang member in a split second, Zeek!"

He smiled at me, before we walked and scanned our identification cards at the time card stamp with one minute to spare. I thanked Ezekiel one last time before we parted ways and I went to my lovely, all white, isolated cubicle. I rolled my chair out and sat down. Tingles went up my spine as the, now cold, urine stained in my pants connected to my thighs and ass. I powered on the computer and rolled around in my chair until my phone rang, officially starting my shift.

"Thanks for calling Go With The Flow accounting department, my name is Craig. How may I help you?" I answered.

"Yes, I'm not sure what exactly is going on, but my tampon got kind of stuck up in there," she staggered out through tears. 

"Um, please hold," I replied, awkwardly transferring her to the customer service department. I'm sure getting tampons stuck in your vagina is pretty common. That's what I would have told her at least. I could already tell it was going to be a long, interesting day.