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Darren wanted his shift to end soon. He was dying to show off his new phone to his friends when they'd hit the pub later that night. He specially wanted to impress Tara. Maybe tonight he could muster up enough courage to finally ask her out. He knew he had to be quick before she was asked by some other guy. "Just one more pizza to deliver", he thought.

He rang the doorbell twice just to make sure they opened it at once. Nevermind if he seemed a bit rude. Darren knew he wont be getting tipped in this delivery, but he didnt mind. A clean shaven conservatively dressed guy opened the door. "Oh, you're already here. We just ordered the pizza minutes ago.", he said. Darren didnt say anything and just handed over the bill with the pizza. He didnt want to waste any precious minutes in a stupid conversation. Mr. Clean shaven didnt have change. "Damn. I will have to ask my date for change. This is embarrassing.", he grimaced. Again, Darren kept quiet. "Honey, would you have change for a hundred? The pizza guy is here.", he bellowed from the hall. "Sure. I am getting it.", chimed a sweet chirpy voice from inside. Darren knew this voice. He knew this voice too well.

And right then Darren hoped for an alien invasion.

Comments

  1. Abhijit BhaveFebruary 25, 2014 at 7:22 PM

    End of story ? Hmm.. Feels like the end.

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  2. MadhuFebruary 25, 2014 at 11:03 PM

    :-) this story has no end

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  3. RaghuJeeJuly 4, 2015 at 2:13 AM

    alien on standby mode...?

    Darren must invoke heavenly bliss in times like these!

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