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The Unwelcome Breakfast

I must admit, my sense of direction is about as reliable as a toddler navigating a maze blindfolded. As I meandered through the streets, attempting to remember the sequence of turns to get to my destination, I couldn't help but feel like a hamster on a wheel, going in circles with no end in sight.

With each stride, I took two streets up and one street down, hoping to stumble upon the right path. However, my hopes were quickly dashed as I turned a corner only to find myself back at the same spot I was 10 minutes ago. It was like a cruel game of cat and mouse, and I was definitely the mouse in this scenario.

At this point, I started to contemplate just throwing in the towel and curling up on the sidewalk like a homeless man. But before I could fully commit to my newfound homeless lifestyle, the heavens decided to add insult to injury by opening up and drenching me in a downpour of rain.

"Are you kidding me?" I screamed, my voice barely audible over the deafening sound of the rain pounding down on me. It was coming down so hard that I couldn't even see in front of me, the raindrops blurring my vision like a poorly tuned TV screen.

I spotted a perfect cardboard box just lying there, waiting to be used as shelter from the impending rain. I made a beeline for it, but before I could even reach out my hand, I heard a voice yell, "Hey, that is my box!"

I turned around to see a homeless man glaring at me, his eyes fixed on the coveted cardboard treasure. Oh no, I thought to myself, this was not going to end well.

Before I knew it, we were locked in a heated battle over the box. Me who just wanted to stay dry, and him, a man who had likely spent countless nights sleeping on the cold, hard ground. It was a classic case of box envy.

"Just take it," I muttered, knowing it was pointless to argue over a measly box. But as the man turned to walk away, a sudden burst of courage (or desperation, depending on how you look at it) overcame me.

"Oh wait, sir?" I called out to him, feeling a mix of embarrassment and determination. "Do you know where the Anderson mansion is?" I asked, praying that he wouldn't hold a grudge against me for trying to steal his box just moments ago.

To my surprise, the man stopped and turned back towards me, a flash in his eye. "The infamous box thief seeking directions to the Anderson mansion. You've got the nerve, kid."

Oh, you have the nerve, Mister!

"Please," I pleaded, my clothes clinging to my skin like a wet blanket on a rainy day. I didn't want to say what I was really thinking, which was something along the lines of "Can you just please teleport me there?"

He let out a long-suffering sigh, as if he could read my mind and knew exactly what I was thinking. He probably did, considering the look of desperation on my face.

"It's just three blocks up," he said, pointing in the general direction. "You'll find the grocery store on your left side. Just walk three lanes up, then turn right and walk a mile up. You can't miss it."

I must have looked like a drowned rat at that point, with my hair plastered to my head and my shoes squelching with every step.

So I set off on my search, trudging through the rain and dodging puddles like a pro.

After what seemed like an eternity of wandering around aimlessly, I finally stumbled upon the house. By that point, I was a mix of emotions - angry at the house for making me search high and low for it, wet from the relentless rain, and tired from the seemingly never-ending quest.

"Finally!!

I reached out to open the door, I was met with a sight that made me freeze in my tracks. Luke standing there with a mischievous grin on his face, laughing at me like he had just pulled off the greatest prank of all time.