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Abstract

Well, that IS my job,” they insist, sounding less like a squirrel on speed and more like the mother of a toddler.“So, you want to help me out in the emergency situation then, right?” you are using the firm but friendly tone that whistles over your tongue when re-negotiating cellphone rates.“This isn’t an emergency and there are other calls I must get to.” You hear the tick-tick-tick of nails tapping on something metal and possibly bubble gum popping between molars.“And so what should I do?” You really need another solution to this letter fiasco.“How about you call a friend? Do you have any of those?” You decide not to take this rudeness as a slight. It’s probably a hypoglycemia thing. You get it and yet...Passively-aggressively slamming the phone down without saying goodbye you start to consider your options. What friend could you yell at

Options

Siri to contact? No one. In these dark, Covid days you feel like an island castaway. Darn that letter.Do you really even want to do anything at all, let alone move from this couch?©Jennifer J. McDougall 2021Options:<blockquote id="bd62">👉You do absolutely nothing. The end. <a href="https://readmedium.com/ongoingadventure-the-invitation-c203e4a90c7c">Go back and start the adventure again.</a></blockquote><blockquote id="de03">👉 <a href="https://readmedium.com/ongoing-adventure-you-should-have-known-better-fa132bb8b721">Lay back and imagine what would have happened had the police actually arrived to help you.</a></blockquote>Want to contribute to this story? <a href="https://readmedium.com/ongoingadventure-the-invitation-c203e4a90c7c">Submit your next chapter here</a></article></body>

#OngoingAdventure: Ask Who Else You Can Call

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“You sound like someone who wants to help everyone,” you say in your best Barry Manilow voice. “I’m sure you want to help me, right?”

“Well, that IS my job,” they insist, sounding less like a squirrel on speed and more like the mother of a toddler.

“So, you want to help me out in the emergency situation then, right?” you are using the firm but friendly tone that whistles over your tongue when re-negotiating cellphone rates.

“This isn’t an emergency and there are other calls I must get to.” You hear the tick-tick-tick of nails tapping on something metal and possibly bubble gum popping between molars.

“And so what should I do?” You really need another solution to this letter fiasco.

“How about you call a friend? Do you have any of those?” You decide not to take this rudeness as a slight. It’s probably a hypoglycemia thing. You get it and yet...

Passively-aggressively slamming the phone down without saying goodbye you start to consider your options. What friend could you yell at Siri to contact? No one. In these dark, Covid days you feel like an island castaway. Darn that letter.

Do you really even want to do anything at all, let alone move from this couch?

Options:

👉You do absolutely nothing. The end. Go back and start the adventure again.

👉 Lay back and imagine what would have happened had the police actually arrived to help you.

Want to contribute to this story? Submit your next chapter here