I was supposed to meet this foxy lady out for drinks. I arrived early, wearing a sharp, wash-worn black t-shirt and my clean pair of pants. As I waited at the bar, I checked my watch and phone obsessively. A fellow patron noticed this and raised his drink. “Yeah, fuck you too” I mumbled through a smile as I toasted back.
A half hour passed and I grew impatient. No text, no call, no telegraph. “Yeah, fuck you too,” I thought as I checked my phone one last time. I’m done and it’s time to wrap this up. I twisted around on my bar stool to exit and I’m suddenly face to face with the toaster from earlier.
“Stood up, eh? Everything happens for a reason” he offered.
Blackout. My feet hit the ground and my fist hit his face.
“Just proving your point.” I declared as I made towards the door. Everyone started clapping.
Everything does happen for a reason. Turned out that I was a hour early.