Chapter 3 – Rudeness

Vince took a few deep breaths and finally lifted himself up onto his feet, allowing the whole weight of his body to rest on them, hoping they have gained all of their strength back by now. The city seemed to be unknown to him, so he knew that he wasn’t there before. Curiosity took him over and lots of questions sprung up to his mind. He wanted to know where he was and what exactly did his machine to do to him in order to get him here.
He walked up to the first person he could see. It was a middle-aged man.
- “Hi. Could you please tell me where I am?” Vince asked.
- “You’re on the moon.” The guy replied.
- “Is that a sarcasm?” Vince asked after a slight pause because he was surprised by such an answer.
- “Do you want it to be?”
- “What city is this?”
- “New York.”
- “I don’t know what’s your problem with me, but we’re clearly not in New York, because I’ve been there before.”
Vince got angry and didn’t say anything else after that. He met rude people before, but this time he got pretty angry because he wasn’t in the mood for jokes or sarcasm.
He walked along the street, looking at the buildings, hoping that he could recognize the place perhaps, but nothing. The city was absolutely unknown to him.
He asked another person:
- “Could you please tell me what city is this?”
- “I’m sorry, but I’m busy right now.” The person clearly lied.
Vince ignored the guy and carried on. He entered an electronics shop, hoping maybe the shop keeper will answer his question.
The shop keeper was busy with a client at that moment. They were barbarically arguing with each other.
- “Stop this lying!” the young woman shouted at the shop keeper.
- “I told you I am not lying. That CD player costs $35.”
- “This is ridiculous. I can’t live like this.”
- “Then go and die.”
- “Maybe this is something you should do. We don’t need people like you.”
- “People like me don’t exist.”
- “What?”
- “You didn’t hear me?”
- “What?”
- “Stop with ‘what’s!”
- “You are not making any sense.”
- “I make more sense than the president. Now either buy the player according to the price I allocated to it or get out of this shop and never come back.”
- “Maybe I won’t!”
At this moment the young woman turned around and began storming out of the shop, when Vincent stopped her.
- “What’s going on here? Maybe I can help.” He suggested.
- “Your help is not needed. We were just having a cup of tea.” The shop keeper said.
- “Didn’t seem that way from where I was standing.” Vince said.
- “Maybe because you’re a moron.” The shop keeper insulted him.
- “What is it with rude people in this place?” Vince started to get cross.
- “Tell me about it.” The young woman agreed.
- “You mean to say that the place is abundant with people like that?”
- “No.” the shop keeper replied.
- “He wasn’t talking to you.” The woman snapped at him.
- “Then get out of the shop and have your little chit chat on the street where cars will hopefully run you over.”
- “Let’s go before he sinks his claws in our throats.” The woman advised Vince.
- “Good idea.” He agreed.
The two exited the shop and began walking somewhere.
- “So what city is this?” Vince asked.
- “London.” The woman replied.
- “Are you serious?”
- “I am always serious.”
- “I lived in London before. It could not have changed like this.”
- “Arrgh, sorry.”
- “For what?”
- “Maybe I should explain. Actually, perhaps better when we get to my house.”
- “What’s your name at least?” Vince asked.
- “It’s… Chris…err.”
- “Chris?”
- “Sorry. My name is Christina and there is a lot to explain.” She said.
- “I am Vincent.”
- “Nice to meet the only sane person here.” She said.