The Quirky Life of P

Humor and satire revolving around Mr P- a fictional mix of an avatar of Mr Bean and the veritable Bertram Wooster of Wodehouse fame.

That bright, crispy morning…


Trio no. 4 Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning. (Wildcard: you can swap any of the above for a good joke.) – Daily Prompt

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The air was chilly and crisp but it was a bright morning.  Winter was over and nature seemed to revel as sunlight danced on the leaves in the trees, and bounced off from the windscreen as P drove in his shiny red car. He had an hour to get to the meeting that Chris had arranged with a prospective employer. There was plenty of time and P had decided to take the long, scenic drive to get to his destination. P was in a reverie, listening to Hariharan’s ‘Walking in the moonlight’…

The shrill ringing tones of his phone brought him back to the sunny morning from walking in the moonlight and listening to the raindrops… He stopped the car at the kerb and answered the call. It was his neighbour, Chris…

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Chris: “Where the hell are you?”

P: “Driving to Glenelg. Did you forget about the meeting you had arranged?”

Chris: “I haven’t forgotten about the meeting, but I think you have. John rang me just now, saying he had waited for you for twenty minutes and that you haven’t turned up…”

P: “Well, the meeting is only at 9 am and I am on my way. Should be there in another forty minutes”

Chris: “The meeting WAS at 9 am and it is now twenty minutes past nine! Did you adjust your clock last night?”

P: “You mean, set my alarm? Of course I did and that’s why I am well on time now.”

Chris: “You are not well on time. You are late! I was talking about changing the day light savings time!”

A flabbergasted P realised that he had not changed the clock the previous night and he was late for his interview! “Day light savings” had not crossed his mind as he had wondered at how the morning had seemed to be sunny and bright, despite the chilly, crispness in the air.

A squirrel that had wandered down to the kerb, was frightened to scurry up the nearby jacaranda tree, as P revved up his engines and his car sped towards Glenelg…

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