Sure the coming ice storm had him on edge but that wasn't what was bothering him, it was the numbers. The numbers on the digital clock when he happen to look at them, 3:33 that was the number of his old friend that had killed himself a few years earlier. There were other numbers too that he had kind of assigned to things and they were all coming up. No, he hadn't gone crazy but he would readily admit that it would be a short trip. Beer, he needed beer for tonight. The thought of sitting around in the dark with no electricity without beer was unacceptable. The friendly cashier rang up the thirty pack of Keystone light and a sausage biscuit. He wasn't thinking about the numbers any more...until the total was the year of his birth. "That's $19.62 sir." He tried not to look freaked out as he handed her a twenty. "Have a nice day!" she said.
It should be easy enough to "have a nice day" since it was his day off but the numbers, those stinking numbers.
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