I sent a complaint; I hadn't gotten my invitation for the
anniversary. They were celebrating the 10th year of the
town's psychological center for the clinically
inhospitable.
I was to be a guest speaker, and my invitation got purposely
lost in the mail. I explained the situation to the bouncer,
who ironically, was also in charge of the invitations, and
who then, took me aside, and shoved me down the escalators
over and over until he found some normal stairs.
Troubled, yet, headstrong, I went back in and asked if I can
get validated, "what time did you get here?" "10 minutes
before the anniversary party" "what anniversary party?" the
clerk said, "This is a prom", Then it hit me, the injury I
had suffered from the stairs was so deep, that it had sent
me back in time to my prom night, at least! I'll get a
chance to fix what I done wrong with my wife the first time,
this time, when they announce me King of the prom I'll have
her executed."
"Hey, Numbskull!" Said the clerk, "You didn't go back in
time, you were in a Coma for the past two-and-a-half years,
yea, now I remember you, the guest speaker for the
clinically Inhospitable, we had a bet over what they'll do
to you... and I won!" I then had an Idea... I could get him
to give me the winnings from that bet and use them to pay
off the parking bill, which by now amounted to a
surprisingly even number as in the jackpot... My plan had
worked, and I got the money after I punched him in the face
and promised him a dance solo, which duo to his severe case
of stage fright, he was willing to perform only outside with
all the rest of the students still inside the stadium but
not moving, which meant the band had to play three times as
loud so he could keep with the rhythm... Then right after,
he got punched once more, this time, by three hundred raging
graduates who left the stadium to hurt him, too def to hear
him yell that he gave all his money to me...