Getting Even

By Bad Penny Press

"Riding in Luxury" A chance encounter, a brutal storm, and an unresolved memory add up to a wild recipe for making up for lost opportunity.

"Dental Plan" Turning anger and bitterness - and a touch of foolishness - into a chance to make up for lost time.

"First-time Reunion" The last-minute, anonymous attendance at a high school reunion enables a man to get even for what he endured in the past. Likewise, the wife of a fellow student gets to take out some revenge of her own...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bad Penny Press
• Release date: Aug 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465793126

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Getting Even

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Riding in Luxury

It was one of those days, I guess. You know the kind, where you’re feeling kind of down about something and you’re doing anything just to get past the blues? That was today; an overcast Wednesday afternoon. I hadn’t been scheduled to work and the gloomy weather kind of made me feel a little cooped up at home. The few friends I keep close were at their various jobs, so I was just out alone driving around and seeing what there was to see.

I wasn’t paying a lot of mind about where I was heading, kind of just letting the four winds and my four wheels take me on an adventure to wherever. I seemed to be in fairly unfamiliar territory and before I realized it wound up in an older part of town where all of the car dealerships had taken root when housing developments pushed them out of the more expensive neighborhoods.

I kind of knew where I was and how I got there and could get back. I continued down the boulevard of streamers with the little colored flags flapping in the breeze, ignoring all the cars I really couldn’t afford to buy anyway, I ended up driving to the section the recreational vehicle dealers called home.

Huge apartments-on-wheels stared at me from both sides of the street. These were massive wheeled fiberglass boxes that you bought and parked in a side yard because it couldn’t fit in your driveway, and then it remained parked because you couldn’t afford the payments and still afford to drive them anywhere. Well, maybe some folks could do so, but not me, at least not on my budget.

But, I didn’t go for a drive with the intention of ending up here, much less with the intention of buying an RV, so I figured that I was pretty safe from making an impulse purchase of a motor home. With those little justifications in my mind, I figured it wouldn’t hurt to check some out. Kind of see how the other half lives you know?

Using that sudden burst of boredom-fed logic, I pulled into the next RV sales lot that rolled my way. I parked my old pickup in the vacant parking area of the dealership and climbed out just as the wind picked up a notch, bringing a chill with it as the temperature seemed to take a sudden drop. I looked up to see the skies darkening and figured that rain would likely be coming down soon.

I walked over towards the line of luxury motor homes that lined the street in front of the dealership. They were nice to look around but they were locked, preventing you from looking inside. I could understand a need for security but was disappointed that I might have to deal with a salesman to wander around here when I really just wanted to putter around on my own without a vulture hanging over my shoulder.

With most of the models at this dealership on the other side of a chain link fence, I