DasHexxchen Habitica 01-28-2023

Prompt: SOMETHING WEIRD- A town whose layout is randomly changed every day. Write about the main character having to go to work in that town, which is 30 minutes away from where he lives, and he tries to find out why his office is always in a different location every single day.

Jacket. Check.

Keys. Check.

Wallet? Check.

Lunchbox? Check

Funny tie? Kirby on blue.Check!

Something is missing. Oh yeahh. The map. Didn't need it on vacation. Man, the suburbs were awesome. So orderly. Like the streets were all planned all at once on a map. Probably were. Steph landed the real deal when she married that dude.Still an asshat though. Where is my fucking map? I only planned 10min more to account for the vacation days.Clock is ticking... batteries, spare key, ohhh TicTaks. God, what about this one? Ahh, and the winner of an old cheap map iiiiisss... me. It's me. I need a new map. Nice. It lost its connection. And of course it is raining now.

So, I need to go down Harrison street until I am at the bagel shop. But they don't carry maps. The magazine vendor has some, but he always stood a kilometer down that way. I am late for sure If I go there. Gotta wing it. And there it is. A bagel would be nice. I have lunch with me though. I prepped. Come on Steve. You wanted to do better. Diet egg salad on rye sounds totally delicious. Who needs a toasted Everything bagel with cream cheese and bacon bits. And I feel my toungue now. Great. Going past. Going past. Going past. Into the back al... Uhm. Yeah, it's gone. Magazine vendor sounds great now, huh Steve?

"Yeah, so sorry, my map expired when I was on vacation and I don't know what layout it displays right now, so I got lost in the streets." "How I am supposed to navigate others through the city on the phone, If I can not find my own way to work? Oh, well, maybe I have a freaking map in front of me while doing my job! That is how I usually navigate, boss." This is stupid. This job is stupid. The town is stupid. What am I doing with my life? I want to go back to the suburbs. I want asshats life! Okay, I don't want to marry ma sis. Why am I explaining myself in an imagined conversation with myself. And where do I need to go?