"Honey, do you remember that time when you talked me into going to your mothers' house and I didn't want to go?"
Morris said to his wife with a smile on his dark chocolate face. His wife, Lia, knew that he was up to something because the devilish sparkle in his eye spoke volumes. With her hands on her hips she carefully responded.
"Yes, I remember getting your good for nothing but to finally agree to going and see my momma. You tried to make every excuse there was to make just not to go."
Morris chuckled a little to himself as he thought about the whole ordeal. He then looked over to his wife and spoke.
"Well this good for nothing man just signed us up for that newest reality show that we were looking at two days ago."
"What show are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the ‘Take This Job And Shove It' show."
"What! I told you that I would never go onto that show in a million years. Why did you do that?"
"Because, like I told you three months ago, I'm going to get you back for making me go to your mommas' house when I didn't want to go."
"I don't care what you say, I'm not going on that show."
"Oooohhh yes you are because the bus is on its' way to pick us up right now. So I suggest that you go and get packed up and ready to go before I do it for you."
Lia looked at him in exasperation, threw her hands up, and made a disgusted sound as she turned and stomped off towards her room. Morris watched her tirade for a while as he waited for the bus to come and take them to their newest destination, hell on television.
To Morris that conversation seemed like it was ages ago even though it only was two days ago since they had gotten there. Then he had only meant to play a cruel joke on his wife, but now he was regretting it. For he was given a job two cities away from the apartment assigned for their dwelling and he had to be there by eight in the morning. What made things worse was the fact that the earliest bus started running at six in the morning and he had to catch and he had to catch three different buses to get there.
He was waiting on his second bus in front of an hospital reading the newspaper when a old Caucasian man walked over near to where he stood. The man stooped down, pulled out his walkie-talkie, and called for someone on the other end. After several moments the conversation began and the water sprinklers suddenly cut on. Morris looked at his watch and noticed that the bus was five minutes late. He then looked back towards the other man and saw him stand up and walked away just as the sprinklers shut off. When he disappeared Morris patiently continued reading his paper knowing full well that he was going to be late for the third time.
It was no secret that his wife had gotten the better part of the deal since it was her job to do everything that she normally does anyways. He fumed at the fact that she was told to keep the whole house clean while he had to go to a rock quarry and pound on rocks all day. He sighed to himself and continued reading his newspaper.
A familiar noise sounded off and he recognized the sound of the buses engine. Quickly he folded the paper, ran towards the bus stop, and slipped on the wet grass only to stop because his back scraped against the sidewalk. He moaned aloud as the bus came to an inching halt. The door opened and the bus driver stared at him with a smirk on his face. Finally unable to contain himself the bus driver roared with laughter, closed the door, and pulled off. Morris laid his head back down wishing that he didn't sign them up for the show.