Ready To Run

Chapter 3

I wake up to my alarm clock ringing. I slam my fist on the nightstand several tines before realizing that it's a Saturday, and that I don't work. Why'd I set the alarm? I go back to sleep for another hour.

When I wake up again, I thank the lord for Anita, the cleaning lady. If it wasn't for her, I'd be waist high in stuff. Which would be pretty bad, because I'm a pretty tall person. I stretch out my arms and walk into the main area of my "apartment", which is really just a hotel room.

The place consists of the main room, when you walk in, which is the living room/kitchen. There's a TV and a couch on one side, then a table and some kitchen things on the other, which was by the next room, which happened to be the bathroom. That was convenient, because then I could blow dry my hair while cooking. If only I could cook.

The next room was a kids room, which I'm still confused as to why I have it. More closet space! It has two twin beds in it. Next to that is my room, which I like to call the master bed room. Because it's mine. It's the nicest spot in the hotel room, I believe. It has the most comfortable bed EVER in it.

I had just finished showering, and was busy starting to make a bowl of cereal when I checked my phone. I had one text from Nick.

Nick: Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I headed to the meeting early, so you won't have to wait up for me. See you soon.

"Shit!" I curse as I drop the cereal and run to grab a sweatshirt.

The meeting was supposed to begin at 9:30, and right now it's 9:15. I have fifteen minutes to get to Downtown Disney for a meeting.

As soon as I open the hotel doors, I see the bus shutting it's doors, about to drive away.

"Hey! Wait up! I scream while throwing myself at the doors. The driver slams on the brakes and lets me in.

Out of breath, I climb in and choose the closest seat to the driver and I tap him on the shoulder.

"Hey sir, I'm running a little late for a meeting? I work at Disney. It's very important. Could you maybe, uh, drive like a mile or two faster?" I plead.

He looks at me through the mirror in front of him, and stares at me blankly. I see his name tag and attire, and assume he's Jamaican. Judging by the blank look on his face, he has no idea what I just said. As soon as he begins talking, I can tell that my assumption is correct.

"Would ya like to hear a joke?" He asks with a smile.

"Sir, I actually really have to-"

He suddenly grabs the intercom and talks over the radio. "Hello everyone, I was asked to tell a joke! So this one time, there were three..." He began telling a joke with his thick Jamaican accent. I throw my face into my hands and take a deep breath. 13 minutes to go.

I decide to call Nick. It rings 3 times before I hear his voice.

"Hel-" he begins before I cut him off.