shocked by the rudeness of this fellow.
“Ok, well, sign here, here, here, and here, initial here, and how long will you need the car?”
“One week,” replies Bo as he signs the contract.
The discontent rent-a-car man hands Bo a set of keys and tells him the directions out to the rentals lot. “It’s in slot 107,” says the man.
Bo gives a nod and walks quickly in the direction of his car. When he gets to slot 107, he sulks his head when he sees the pink beetle and checks the emblem on his keys. “Volkswagen” he says aloud. “A pink beetle? This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. How dare he give me a pink beetle!” And then he remembers the man asking if he had any preferences to which he replied “no”.
Stomping his foot on the ground, he pops open the trunk and tosses in his luggage, slams it shut, and plops down into the driver seat. “This is the tiniest car ever!” he shouts to himself as he moves the seat all the way back as far as it will go. “Well, here goes nothing,” he says as he starts it up and pulls out of the parking lot.
Back at the bakery, Katherine is beating Dylan Jones away with a broomstick after selling him two more loaves of banana bread to make sure he does not need to come back for any reason for at least two more days.
“Sheesh,” she says to Becky, “do you think he will ever get the hint?”
“Oh, he probably just thinks you are trying to play hard to get. I don’t think that boy will understand anything other than ‘Dylan, I wouldn’t date you even if you buy every loaf of banana bread I make for an entire year.’
They laugh hysterically as Sally comes in late, again, for her shift.
“I’m so sorry, girls,” Sally says. “I am just a mess today, my head has been killing me all morning. I’m getting light-headed and dizzy, I don’t know what is wrong with me.”
“Sally, you should have called,” replies Katherine.
“Oh Katherine, I know, I’m sorry I was just in a rush to get here…”
“No, no, no,” says Katherine, “you should have called in to say that you wouldn’t be here today because you are ill. Take the day off to rest. Make a doctor’s appointment to find out what’s the matter, hun, it doesn’t sound too good.”
“I wouldn’t want to leave Becky short-handed here all day, I have to bake the muffins and start four more pies, order more cream.”
“Sally,” says Katherine in a stern motherly tone, “go home, lie down, and call Dr. Meyers. Those are boss’s orders.”
“But what about Becky?” asks Sally.
“I will stay here and help her until you are well. It’s no problem, I promise. Now go on before you get the whole lot of us sick,” she says with a grin.
Bo makes his way all the way down highway 79 until he sees nothing but rolling hills, trees and flowers. “It is especially peaceful out here,” he thinks to himself as he drives along the quiet, empty highway. After a few four way intersections, he sees the large old wooden sign “Welcome to Little Hill” “The Smallest Town with the Biggest Charm” is engraved on it. You can barely read it from how old and deteriorated it is.
As he approaches the town, memories from his childhood come racing back to him. There is the school he went to on the left, with children swinging on the same swing set he once swung on. “Gosh, you would think they would have upgraded that by now,” he says aloud to himself. Nevertheless, the kids are enjoying it as if it was a state of the art playground. The merry-go-round is still there, kids happily spinning and laughing. It brings him back to a more peaceful time in his life when his days weren’t filled with endless paperwork and arguments to be prepared; instead, just enjoying the fresh air and freedom to play and imagine.
All of the bushes of flowers are the most beautiful things he has seen in years, the yellows
“Ok, well, sign here, here, here, and here, initial here, and how long will you need the car?”
“One week,” replies Bo as he signs the contract.
The discontent rent-a-car man hands Bo a set of keys and tells him the directions out to the rentals lot. “It’s in slot 107,” says the man.
Bo gives a nod and walks quickly in the direction of his car. When he gets to slot 107, he sulks his head when he sees the pink beetle and checks the emblem on his keys. “Volkswagen” he says aloud. “A pink beetle? This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. How dare he give me a pink beetle!” And then he remembers the man asking if he had any preferences to which he replied “no”.
Stomping his foot on the ground, he pops open the trunk and tosses in his luggage, slams it shut, and plops down into the driver seat. “This is the tiniest car ever!” he shouts to himself as he moves the seat all the way back as far as it will go. “Well, here goes nothing,” he says as he starts it up and pulls out of the parking lot.
Back at the bakery, Katherine is beating Dylan Jones away with a broomstick after selling him two more loaves of banana bread to make sure he does not need to come back for any reason for at least two more days.
“Sheesh,” she says to Becky, “do you think he will ever get the hint?”
“Oh, he probably just thinks you are trying to play hard to get. I don’t think that boy will understand anything other than ‘Dylan, I wouldn’t date you even if you buy every loaf of banana bread I make for an entire year.’
They laugh hysterically as Sally comes in late, again, for her shift.
“I’m so sorry, girls,” Sally says. “I am just a mess today, my head has been killing me all morning. I’m getting light-headed and dizzy, I don’t know what is wrong with me.”
“Sally, you should have called,” replies Katherine.
“Oh Katherine, I know, I’m sorry I was just in a rush to get here…”
“No, no, no,” says Katherine, “you should have called in to say that you wouldn’t be here today because you are ill. Take the day off to rest. Make a doctor’s appointment to find out what’s the matter, hun, it doesn’t sound too good.”
“I wouldn’t want to leave Becky short-handed here all day, I have to bake the muffins and start four more pies, order more cream.”
“Sally,” says Katherine in a stern motherly tone, “go home, lie down, and call Dr. Meyers. Those are boss’s orders.”
“But what about Becky?” asks Sally.
“I will stay here and help her until you are well. It’s no problem, I promise. Now go on before you get the whole lot of us sick,” she says with a grin.
Bo makes his way all the way down highway 79 until he sees nothing but rolling hills, trees and flowers. “It is especially peaceful out here,” he thinks to himself as he drives along the quiet, empty highway. After a few four way intersections, he sees the large old wooden sign “Welcome to Little Hill” “The Smallest Town with the Biggest Charm” is engraved on it. You can barely read it from how old and deteriorated it is.
As he approaches the town, memories from his childhood come racing back to him. There is the school he went to on the left, with children swinging on the same swing set he once swung on. “Gosh, you would think they would have upgraded that by now,” he says aloud to himself. Nevertheless, the kids are enjoying it as if it was a state of the art playground. The merry-go-round is still there, kids happily spinning and laughing. It brings him back to a more peaceful time in his life when his days weren’t filled with endless paperwork and arguments to be prepared; instead, just enjoying the fresh air and freedom to play and imagine.
All of the bushes of flowers are the most beautiful things he has seen in years, the yellows
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