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Two Routes, Same Destination

Cheesyfookinbear is not the type of person to go on the easy route. Everyday he wake up to solve problems in the most complicated ways to ensure that the result will be long-lasting. This mindset doesn't just stay at the workplace, it is the same with his own life and personal problems. 

So when it was storming on that fateful Thursday, Cheesyfookinbear made it his goal to get home without the use of his trusty umbrella, which he had mistakenly left in his house. 

Fookincheesybear was the opposite of his coworker. He wanted the easy route, however, never seemed to get on that path. For example, today, on this humble Thursday, the weather reporter stated that it will storm today, but Fookincheesybear doesn't read. He does so to keep up with his lazy lifestyle. 

But that backfired now due to the fact that it was raining cats and dogs out there and he didn't have an umbrella. 

Both Cheesyfookinbear and Fookincheesybear shared one goal on this fateful day - to get home without an umbrella. 

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Morning, Thursday 

Weather Report: Cloudy 

As Cheesyfookinbear drove to his work, the Bars Utility Building, he noticed the cloudy, gloomy weather and thought to check the weather once in the building. However that thought was cut short when suddenly he heard a bang and smoke clouded his front view window. His worst nightmare came true - a car crash before work. Cheesyfookinbear quickly pulled over and exited his vehicle and yet another one of his fears came true - the driver drove off. Sighing with anger, he searched repair shops online and chose the first option. He dialed the mechanic's number and it rang a couple of times before it was answered.

"GOOD MORNING! This is Delly's Auto Repair, how can I help you?" 

Cheesyfookinbear cringed to that loud greeting before replying. "Hi, this is Cheesyfookinbear, license plate KIZMI4SS on Indent St. My car was crashed into and cannot function unless repaired. Is there any way you can help?" 

"OF COURSE!!!" Cheesyfookinbear placed his phone a foot before his ear. "We'll work on that A-S-A-P! Is there a way for you to head to wherever you were going? This'll take a while, maybe about 7 hours."

"Uh, yes, I can take the bus or taxi. By the way, can I request other operations?" he asked. 

"Yup! What do you want?" the mechanic replied. 

"I would like my car to be up to date on everything, such as its brakes and oil changes, etcetera."  Cheesyfookinbear now put the call on speaker so that the phone won't be near his ear. 

"ALRIGHTY!!! We'll call you once the repairing is done!" 

"Okay great. Just tell me what is due. Thanks uh-" 

"DEREK!!!" 

"...Derek." 

"NO PROBLEM!!! Have a GREAT day and don't forget to give us a good review on Yelp!" 

Before Cheesyfookinbear could answer, the phone hung up. "So informal...so unprofessional..." he muttered before contemplating the options to take to go to work. 

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Morning, Thursday

Weather Report: Raining

Once arrived, Cheesyfookinbear headed his way to the lobby to check in and provide an explanation for his tardiness, as well to order coffee. The news was playing on the TV that was situated on the wall behind the receptionist's desk. 

"Ahem!" he loudly exclaimed, trying to get the receptionist's attention. But she continued typing away. Cheesyfookinbear was going to attempt another 'Ahem' before the weather broadcast came on and capture his attention. 

"Good morning ASU, today on this Thursday, we are presented with a surprise storm! Make sure to get those umbrellas and raincoats ready as this storm will be on from today to the remainder of the weekend!" 

Cheesyfookinbear could feel his heart sink to his stomach and felt dread overcome them. Why, why me? was the question replaying in his head over and over again. Not only was his umbrella left behind, but his car was not in service. And with this current economy, he was hesitant to continue spending money on ways to take him home. Before he had more time to think about his situation, the lobby door slammed open. 

In came a gust of wind and another employee, who was annoyed and soaked, as the rain had already started to fall. 

"Fucking rain, wetting my fucking donut..." were the first words Cheesyfookinbear heard come out of the mouth of his arch nemesis, Fookincheesybear. 

Fookincheesybear made himself as a menance to Cheesyfookinbear, always messing up his work and never contributing anything, yet becoming popular and staying on everyone's good side. Whereas, Cheesyfookinbear was left to clean up and complete the work, everyone labeling him as a prick and a control freak. It was a lie to say that Cheesyfookinbear wasn't satisfied with the state Fookincheesybear was in at this moment.

The receptionist stared at them before directing her question to Fookincheesybear. "Why are you late?" 

Cheesyfookinbear wanted to flip the desk over. He was there first, not Fookincheesybear, and the receptionist clearly saw him! Fuming, he glared at the ground, waiting for his nemesis' response. 

"Sorry, I got in a car crash and it took some time to get here because of that." Fookincheesybear answered. Cheesyfookinbear looked at the receptionist, almost smirking to himself, knowing that she wouldn't take that excuse, accounting to that fact that Fookincheesybear mysteriously had time to grab a donut. 

The receptionist was quiet before turning back to her computer and typing. "Alright, I sent it to the boss. Go ahead and make your way back to your work." 

"Great! Thanks Savana! You're the best, seriously!" Fookincheesybear smiled and Savana's face turned red. 

Savana's face was back to its original shade when she faced to look at Cheesyfookinbear. 

"What happened to you?" she sharply asked. 

Cheesyfookinbear was still in shock but quickly went back to his composed self before replying. 

"Car accident." 

The receptionist glared before typing angrily back on her computer. "Alright, notified the boss. You can head back upstairs." Before she gave him a coffee, she said "By the way, in advance, using the same excuse as a former employee won't work next time. I'm not dumb, you know." 

Cheesyfookinbear wanted to punch everyone in that lobby but headed towards the elevator. He saw that Fookincheesybear was waiting for him and he started to wonder what he pissed off that made his day full of bad luck like this. 

"Good morning!" Fookincheesybear greeted, before gesturing his arms that signified Cheesyfookinbear to go in the elevator before him. Cheesyfookinbear groaned before going inside the tiny, metal box, with Fookincheesybear following behind him.

"You had a rough morning too?" Fookincheesybear asked. 

"Yeah, not as bad as yours though." Cheesyfookinbear answered, sarcastically. He was still pissed at the receptionist. 

"Figured." 

As the elevator doors opened, both headed their separate ways into the building. Cheesyfookinbear hoped that this day would not get any worse. 

End of Ch. 1