Friday, February 15

I was walking down the street near my favorite restaurant. It's a cute place on the sidewalk. It's full of little tables with umbrellas and people are eating and playing board games and there's lots of greenery.

The owner, a friend of mine, approaches and says "We're being forced to close by Frutch."

I was so upset. Frutch was another restaurant. Bigger, yes, but not better.

I called my mother and my cousin and we immediately got on the train. We were going to New York with this!

It was going to be a very long ride, though. To get from wherever we were to New York, on the train, would take days.

Days passed--on the train--and we entered the tunnels beneath Boston. The train went up and down hills and on one of the last hills, we saw that the track had been closed! The train pulled into a station and we got out to try and figure what we needed to do. The attendant calmly told us not to worry, we were just being transfered trains and we'd still make it into New York on time.
We were relieved and we made our way towards the other track. We walked up to the door and the conductor asked for our tickets. We had left them on the other train! We hadn't even thought about bringing them with us!

I was desperate. To buy a whole other ticket would be too expensive. Frutch couldn't win! Not on this one!

My phone rang. I picked it up. A sultry voice told me I had won a lot of money! My problems were solved!

Then she laughed and I realized it was my aunt Livia. She was bored and lonely and had prank called me to get a laugh.