My newest mix blares out through my car speakers as I accelerate on the empty road. There's no one around, and I have no idea what the speed limit is, but I see very minimal danger in speeding along a flat, straight, desolate road. I'm still two states away from my domicile. The clock in my car tells me the time: 2:32pm. I haven't eaten since this morning. My stomach remembers and alerts me of it's voraciousness loudly.
I don't have any food left over from my trip. There's half a pack of bottled water in the back seat, but I don't need to imbibe. I expected to be back home by now. Of course, a fine cuisine isn't going to just appear. I'll have to keep driving. Maybe soon I'll find a town.
Ten minutes pass, then thirty. Before long, it's been 45 minutes and I'm still on the desolate road. I don't even see any animals around. But wait- there's something up there! Maybe it's a road sign or something. Hopefully it'll show an upcoming Safeway or Subway. As I get closer, however, the black blur seems to take the shape of something much more domestic. A person? No way. There is no way someone could walk along this whole road. It must be a delusion.
I pull over as I approach the strange maybe-man. He looks like he could use a long ablution, but he doesn't stop walking at the sight of my car. In fact, he seems completely unaware of anything going on around him, in a dormant state. He's tall, much taller than me. His clothing is completely black and covered in dirt. He smells atrocious. Maybe he's a somnambulist.
"Sir? Are you okay?" I don't get out of my car, but roll along slowly behind him. The man keeps walking. "Hey," I try again, louder. "Do you need some help?" I honk my horn quickly. The man still doesn't move. My stomach growls again, and I remember that I have to be at work tomorrow. It's 3:17 now, and I have a very long way to go. I turn around in my seat and grab three bottles of water. I don't know how I'll get them to the man if he refuses to talk, so I just open my door and place them on the ground. I feel bad for abandoning the man, but I remind myself that I really don't have time for him right now. At least I gave him something potable to drink.
I don't look back until I'm about thirty feet in front of where I left the man. I swerve by accident- where did he go? He was right there thirty seconds ago. Maybe I am hallucinating. I have to eat something.
I finally roll into my driveway, 1am on the clock. I go to open the door, but I'm stopped by something on my doormat. Three empty bottles and a note: "Thanks for the water".
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