Delivery Disaster

            A frigid chill revealed the man’s breath as he hoisted himself out of his sedan. Closing the distance between himself and the glass doors before him, the wind swept between the cluster of brick buildings. Blinding light from the streetlights above caused him to blink as he slid his phone out of his pocket to contact his delivery customer. He bitterly shook his head in anticipation of the meager tip he was certain he would soon receive. After hanging up the phone he swung open the frosty glass door and took refuge in the toasty hallway.

        The man could not help but be reminded of a hospital hallway despite the scattered beer cans and dirty floors. There was an eerie, clinical buzz about the room that made him slightly uncomfortable. Stifling down a yawn as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his arm began to go numb as he held the greasy pizza and sandwiches.  Stumbling by in heels and mini skirts, a group of loud, drunken girls passed through the hallway practically unable to stand.  Shaking his head the man impatiently checked the gleaming, silver watch on his left wrist.

        Squinting out the chilly windows he spotted a group of men sauntering through the parking lot. Giving them little thought he sighed and twisted his gaze to the windows opposite him. A gust of icy air whooshed around him making him shiver despite his think, layered clothing.  Similar to the rush of air that just passed by him, a sweeping blow to his right side caused him to plummet to the ground in a crumpled heap.

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