Prompt: "Day 4 —Write a story/excerpt to include the line, “Sorry, we can’t insure you for a journey like that.”"
Ugh.
Polite, I must always remain polite or at least that's what my mother told me. Getting kind of hard now because she was still staring at me with those beady little eyes and that stupid grin. Do I dare challenge their claim? "Excuse me," I muster, "could you please repeat that?" Somehow this seems to confuse her.
"I said, 'I'm sorry, we can't insure you for a journey like that'." Hm. I've been paying this company how much in premiums and they won't insure me? Did I need to repeat myself?
"Uh-huh. Is there any particular reason you can't fund my trip to Southern Africa? Any particular one at all?"
Storming out of the building, surrounded by incompetent idiots and assholes! I steal away into a bar, hoping that downing a few while actually calm me down. But that's a lie - I'll just be angry and drunk. The bartender looks at me and mutters something about a "bug crawling up my ass". I shoot him a look filled with all the hatred and agitation I can and watch him slink away. What the hell does he know?
I pound my glass on the bar, rudely. I know it's rude. I shouldn't be rude. I can't help it, I'm angry. More than angry. I'm so furious that my heart is racing, it's hurting. All because of the denial of one little trip. A somewhat attractive woman comes over to my side. "Hi sweetie," she says with so much sugar on the tip of her tongue that it makes me sick. I'm not in the mood. I won't be for a long ass time. "Are you holding up O.K.?"
"O.K. enough to notice that you're not worth the time. Or the money." Bam! I think it's a good enough burn. Won't she leave me alone? I ask for another drink but because I scared him, he takes his motherfucking time to give it to me.
A polite laugh. Is she seriously still here? "That really hurts dear." Oooo, the way she pretends she is so familiar really gets on my nerves. But she gives me a brilliant idea. The leopard print on her stupid looking skirt catches my attention.
"I suppose I can do that." I dig out my phone and purchase a two tickets.
A few days later...
Ah. Beautiful. It's so beautiful. I watched as the flames grew higher and higher. It was warmer than a tropical paradise at 2'oclock in the afternoon. Hotter than the sun. I looked at her confused face. "Don't worry honey, I set off the alarms first."
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