Holding_Caulfield
Apr 17th, 2003, 12:40 PM
KARMA
"What goes around comes around," Sandra McKinney shouted back at her boss, "Don't think you can just fire me and get away with it Mr. Gibson, this is sexual discrimination," The tall distinguished looking man that had employed her for the past seven years laughed. "No this is firing a lazy employee Miss McKinney and there is no law against that." She glared at him then turned and left the third floor of the Milton Building for the last time, her things in a box in her arms. She fumed in the elevator as it moved slowly down to the ground floor, and she fumed as she made her way out to her car, the new mint green jeep that she now couldn't afford, she fumed as she pushed her small box of personal items into the back and she fumed as she climbed into the front seat and pushed her keys into the ignition. The engine came to life with a quiet feline purr and she fumed as she pulled out of the car park and onto the street. "Damn job, who needs it anyway," she muttered as she pulled onto Finch Street and began her long drive back to the house that she now couldn't afford, "I was gonna quit anyway, lousy office job," The streets were busy with mid-afternoon traffic and this only added to her already finely tuned fuming. Yet she ignored it all, her mind solely focused on the many ways she could make her now ex-boss suffer. So what if she had skipped out in the middle of the day for a facial? And who cares if she forgot to write down a couple of messages? It's not like they dealt in life or death situations, they were an insurance agency for Christ's sake. She slammed on the brakes as a small convertible pulled out in front of her and shouted language that would make a sailor blush at the driver. Then finally pulled out of the swarming cars and onto the empty road that ran along the edge of the Partridge Canyon, the road that would take her out of the city and into the quiet residential area of Southport where she had lived for the past two years. She sighed as she looked out at the road in front of her, it was empty apart from one solitary car that loomed ahead. She narrowed her eyes as it grew nearer and sighed again, this time impatiently as she realised it was exactly the same as hers, same make same colour. "Is nothing sacred," she mumbled as she pressed her foot down on the accelerator and moved closer still. The car moved before her, slowly, much slower than was necessary. "Come on," she said angrily as she pressed the horn twice. She glanced past the car to see if there was room to overtake but the winding of the road wouldn't allow her to see clearly and she wasn't about to risk it. She banged the horn again as her mobile began to ring, a shrill distinctive ring that echoed loudly into the canyon on her right. She glanced behind her. "Dammit!" she said as she reached carefully back into the box as the loud ringing continued. She had programmed the tune into it herself, so she would never confuse it with someone else's phone but now as it went on persistently it quickly became irritating. She fumbled in the box, her hand groping for the small rectangular phone that she now couldn't afford. Finally her fingers felt the small rubber buttons and she pulled it out and pushed it to the side of her head. "Yes?" The voice was male and unfamiliar as it began by addressing her as Miss McKinney just like her boss had. "That's Mrs McKinney," she corrected him impatiently, "What do you want?" The man hesitated and then carefully informed her that her Husband was filing for sole custody of their son Aidan. "You have got to be kidding me," she said ignoring the mans attempts to continue, "We're still married or has his feeble brain forgotten that fact, just because he's living with that hussy doesn't mean we're not still husband and wife," The man tried to speak. "You tell Mark that if he thinks he's keeping me from my son then he's even stupider than he looks." She took a deep breath and hung up the phone just as the man began to speak again, then glancing at the lighted screen she switched the phone off and threw it back into the box. "Bastard!" she said as she turned her attentions back to the car that still crawled along in front of her, she slammed her hand on the horn once more and revved her engine. "Come on for Christ's sake." She shouted as she pulled right up to the back bumper of the mirror image jeep, "This isn't a funeral parade you know." Still the car never increased its speed. The windows, tinted just like hers, prevented her from seeing the driver but she could make out a silhouette that kept peering out into the canyon and then back at her. "What are they doing?" she said to herself, then looked up at the heavens and sighed. "Why me?" She pressed her foot a little harder on the accelerator and edged slightly closer, honking the horn again as she did so, the figure looked back again but didn't speed up although the car did appear to be making some new noises that didn't sound at all healthy. "Come on," she edged closer again this time tapping the bumper just enough to make the car jerk forward slightly. Now the car infronts horn sounded. "What are you honking at me for, I'm not the one driving like an old woman," she shouted, pressing her own horn as she did so, then smiling as she settled back in her seat. "Damn women drivers," she said then laughed to herself. She watched the car skulk ahead of her for a few minutes before her patience finally ran out completely, she honked her horn repeatedly and allowed her front bumper to once again make contact with the one infront. Nothing. No response. She did it again. Still nothing, although the silhouette did seem to be waving it's arms around. She smiled and pressed her foot on the gas once more. The bumpers made contact, and then with a screech of tyres the car that had stood in her way was just......gone.
"What goes around comes around," Sandra McKinney shouted back at her boss, "Don't think you can just fire me and get away with it Mr. Gibson, this is sexual discrimination," The tall distinguished looking man that had employed her for the past seven years laughed. "No this is firing a lazy employee Miss McKinney and there is no law against that." She glared at him then turned and left the third floor of the Milton Building for the last time, her things in a box in her arms. She fumed in the elevator as it moved slowly down to the ground floor, and she fumed as she made her way out to her car, the new mint green jeep that she now couldn't afford, she fumed as she pushed her small box of personal items into the back and she fumed as she climbed into the front seat and pushed her keys into the ignition. The engine came to life with a quiet feline purr and she fumed as she pulled out of the car park and onto the street. "Damn job, who needs it anyway," she muttered as she pulled onto Finch Street and began her long drive back to the house that she now couldn't afford, "I was gonna quit anyway, lousy office job," The streets were busy with mid-afternoon traffic and this only added to her already finely tuned fuming. Yet she ignored it all, her mind solely focused on the many ways she could make her now ex-boss suffer. So what if she had skipped out in the middle of the day for a facial? And who cares if she forgot to write down a couple of messages? It's not like they dealt in life or death situations, they were an insurance agency for Christ's sake. She slammed on the brakes as a small convertible pulled out in front of her and shouted language that would make a sailor blush at the driver. Then finally pulled out of the swarming cars and onto the empty road that ran along the edge of the Partridge Canyon, the road that would take her out of the city and into the quiet residential area of Southport where she had lived for the past two years. She sighed as she looked out at the road in front of her, it was empty apart from one solitary car that loomed ahead. She narrowed her eyes as it grew nearer and sighed again, this time impatiently as she realised it was exactly the same as hers, same make same colour. "Is nothing sacred," she mumbled as she pressed her foot down on the accelerator and moved closer still. The car moved before her, slowly, much slower than was necessary. "Come on," she said angrily as she pressed the horn twice. She glanced past the car to see if there was room to overtake but the winding of the road wouldn't allow her to see clearly and she wasn't about to risk it. She banged the horn again as her mobile began to ring, a shrill distinctive ring that echoed loudly into the canyon on her right. She glanced behind her. "Dammit!" she said as she reached carefully back into the box as the loud ringing continued. She had programmed the tune into it herself, so she would never confuse it with someone else's phone but now as it went on persistently it quickly became irritating. She fumbled in the box, her hand groping for the small rectangular phone that she now couldn't afford. Finally her fingers felt the small rubber buttons and she pulled it out and pushed it to the side of her head. "Yes?" The voice was male and unfamiliar as it began by addressing her as Miss McKinney just like her boss had. "That's Mrs McKinney," she corrected him impatiently, "What do you want?" The man hesitated and then carefully informed her that her Husband was filing for sole custody of their son Aidan. "You have got to be kidding me," she said ignoring the mans attempts to continue, "We're still married or has his feeble brain forgotten that fact, just because he's living with that hussy doesn't mean we're not still husband and wife," The man tried to speak. "You tell Mark that if he thinks he's keeping me from my son then he's even stupider than he looks." She took a deep breath and hung up the phone just as the man began to speak again, then glancing at the lighted screen she switched the phone off and threw it back into the box. "Bastard!" she said as she turned her attentions back to the car that still crawled along in front of her, she slammed her hand on the horn once more and revved her engine. "Come on for Christ's sake." She shouted as she pulled right up to the back bumper of the mirror image jeep, "This isn't a funeral parade you know." Still the car never increased its speed. The windows, tinted just like hers, prevented her from seeing the driver but she could make out a silhouette that kept peering out into the canyon and then back at her. "What are they doing?" she said to herself, then looked up at the heavens and sighed. "Why me?" She pressed her foot a little harder on the accelerator and edged slightly closer, honking the horn again as she did so, the figure looked back again but didn't speed up although the car did appear to be making some new noises that didn't sound at all healthy. "Come on," she edged closer again this time tapping the bumper just enough to make the car jerk forward slightly. Now the car infronts horn sounded. "What are you honking at me for, I'm not the one driving like an old woman," she shouted, pressing her own horn as she did so, then smiling as she settled back in her seat. "Damn women drivers," she said then laughed to herself. She watched the car skulk ahead of her for a few minutes before her patience finally ran out completely, she honked her horn repeatedly and allowed her front bumper to once again make contact with the one infront. Nothing. No response. She did it again. Still nothing, although the silhouette did seem to be waving it's arms around. She smiled and pressed her foot on the gas once more. The bumpers made contact, and then with a screech of tyres the car that had stood in her way was just......gone.