Latest update: December 5th, 2012
Just then, a small car pulled up alongside me and the driver-side door opened. I recognized the license plate. It was a rental.
“You had to send me an economy class?” I asked God. “You couldn’t give me an upgrade? I’m not asking for an SUV, but I’m just saying…”
“Don’t start,” God replied.
And I didn’t. As I drove off, I heard another voice from on high. This time it was the GPS. “Recalculating,” a mechanical female voice blurted out.
“Recalculating indeed,” I thought, as I headed for the exit ramp.Allison C. Witty
About the Author: Allison C. Witty is a freelance writer living in Brooklyn, NY. She holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in Media Studies from Queens College, CUNY. Allison is still seeking a full-time job in the communications field, but is no longer sprawled out on the highway. She can be reached at AllisonCWitty@gmail.com.
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