Page 12 of Definitely Not a Thing

What actually happened was that I discovered my phone screen was frozen – a stupid glitch that been happening since I finally stopped postponing the last hardware update a few days ago.

Shit.

As soon as I restarted and unlocked it, the device started pinging with notifications.

Ayou definitely fucked something upamount of notifications.

“No,” I groaned, already pouting as I read through the notifications letting me know the movers were arriving.

Had arrived.

Were waiting.

Would wait five more minutes.

Were giving me another five minutes as a courtesy.

Regrettably had to go.

I was still charged the full rate, plus the tip, because I always checked that box. And I couldn’t even betoomad, because the movers had showed up.

On the right date.

At the appointed time.

At the agreed-upon location.

The townhouse I was supposed to be moving into.

Notthis building.

I…

Okay.

Okay.

I tossed the phone onto the dashboard.

Closed my eyes.

Clenched my fists.

And… fuck it, I screamed.

And… I felt the tiniest bit better.

Until I opened my eyes, and locked gazes with my neighbor, who was standing on the sidewalk in front of the truck.

If his expression was any indication… I looked exactly as crazy as I felt.

Maybe crazier.

And then his face cracked into a laugh.

“No!No!” I declared, turning the ignition off and opening the door to climb down. “You donotget to laugh at me!”

He raised an eyebrow. “That’s wild, considering that I’mdefinitelylaughing right now.”