Nothing Makes Sense

I replayed today’s events a thousand times, and nothing makes sense.

Woke up at six fifty-five; got dressed and headed to work. Nothing out of the ordinary, a typical day. I turned left at Fifth and Maddison and stopped at the light. Mundane, I know. And out of nowhere, red and blue lights flashing in the rearview mirror.  I pulled over to let the policeman pass. Instead, the officer jumps out of his car and smashes my passenger side window. I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Officer this is a mistake. I came to a complete stop as the light changed, then pulled over to let you pass.”

His response, “It doesn’t matter, you stopped on red, not green. Sign the damn ticket or face arrest. Do you understand me?”

Without another word, I signed the ticket and kept silent. As he walked away, I thought “What the hell happened? He broke my window, gave me a ticket for stopping on red and threatened to arrest me? Okay, whatever. I’ll deal with this later, or I’ll be late for work.”

Fast forward. I arrive at work fifteen minutes early to relax before the nine o’clock meeting. I grabbed a cup of coffee and headed to my desk. I sat down, turned my chair, and noticed a note laying across the keyboard. It read, “You’re fired for making everyone look like an asshole. We’re sorry, but your promptness is not welcome here.”

What the fuck? A busted window, a ticket for stopping on a red and now this, terminated for being early.

Sometimes in life, everything that’s right is wrong.

Tomorrow cannot come soon enough.

Nothing Makes Sense by K. Saitta © 2017, A Walk In Verse

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