just_1_word | 39.4. Job
Sep. 10th, 2009 04:38 pm39.4. Job
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Rob hadn't used his car much since arriving in New York. In fact, he wasn't overly confident being behind any wheel in the traffic of a city the size of New York, let alone behind the wheel of his car, which he didn't want to end up total in the side of a taxi. But he also wasn't in the mood to deal with public transport or the like right now, so he got into his car and drove over the Leila's place. And got lost, inevitably. He took a wrong turn at a wrong light, or something, and only made it to his destination well over an hour beyond the time he told her. The whole thing served only to aggravate him more than he was, but he managed to stamp it out as he walked up the block to her apartment, looking forlornly back at his car and wondering if it really was safe to leave parked in the only spot he had found free... and he only even parked it there after much contemplation why the spot was free in the first place. His car had to be about the only thing in the world he was paranoid about.
( He rang the buzzer on the apartment, and checked the back pocket of his jeans to make sure the divorce papers were still there where he had shoved them... )
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Rob hadn't used his car much since arriving in New York. In fact, he wasn't overly confident being behind any wheel in the traffic of a city the size of New York, let alone behind the wheel of his car, which he didn't want to end up total in the side of a taxi. But he also wasn't in the mood to deal with public transport or the like right now, so he got into his car and drove over the Leila's place. And got lost, inevitably. He took a wrong turn at a wrong light, or something, and only made it to his destination well over an hour beyond the time he told her. The whole thing served only to aggravate him more than he was, but he managed to stamp it out as he walked up the block to her apartment, looking forlornly back at his car and wondering if it really was safe to leave parked in the only spot he had found free... and he only even parked it there after much contemplation why the spot was free in the first place. His car had to be about the only thing in the world he was paranoid about.
( He rang the buzzer on the apartment, and checked the back pocket of his jeans to make sure the divorce papers were still there where he had shoved them... )
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Word Count | 2,349