Avoiding Accidents

“Sorry, Tim.  I'm sure Derrick and Frank will be there.  Have fun.”  Tim had a stern look on his face as Jason left the break room to finish up his work for the day.  Jason felt a bit creeped out by Tim's reaction.

 

As Jason left for the day, he had a strange feeling of being followed.  He turned around several times as he walked from the factory to the parking lot.  Once in the parking lot, he kept looking over his shoulder.  He took a roundabout path to his car, weaving in and out of rows of cars to try to discern the sensation of being followed.  When he finally reached his car, he put his key in the door lock, and that was the last thing he remembered.

 

Jason awoke with a massive aching pain in the back of his head.  He was laying on the backseat of his car.  His hands and feet were duct taped together.  He sat up as much as his stomach muscles would let him to see who was driving the car.  It was Tim.

“Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?” screamed Jason.





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