11 Lost Cause

In the heat of the afternoon, Michelle headed back home, fuming with rage. Her car raced through the densely populated streets and everyone ran for cover. She wouldn't mind running a dozen people over. She could feel the veins on her forehead pulsating with every heartbeat. She finally reached her apartment and stopped her car. The valet approached her to relieve her of the keys. She held the keys forward and just as the valet extended his arm to take them, she dropped them on the ground. It was on purpose. The keys bounced once before rolling under the car. The young valet had his heart in his mouth.

“Oops! Look what you’ve done! If there’s even a single scratch on it, it’ll come out of your salary!” she yelled. The man knew well enough that she had dropped the keys intentionally but he couldn't dare to retaliate. He stood there shaking like a scared little puppy. Michelle loved it. It was her favorite pastime.

“Well? My keys won’t get off the ground themselves!” she yelled. The val