Note: For a while, I've had an idea about writing a short scene with the unseen "My car!" guy, whose car is frequently damaged or destroyed by the penguins. And today I have written such a scene. I hope you will enjoy it.
The man sighed and then dialed his cell phone. "Hi, I would like to file a claim for the damage my car sustained this morning," he said when his call was answered by an agent at the auto insurance company.
"What is the nature of the damage to your vehicle, sir?" the agent asked.
"It's totaled. There was an explosion of some sort as I was walking back to where I had parked it on Fifth Avenue. There are parts scattered all over the place."
The agent took a glance at the caller ID to see the name and phone number of the man she was speaking with. She knew it. "Again, Paul?" she said as she rolled her eyes. "Seriously? Do you know how many claims you've filed with us since we've been your insurance provider?"
"Sixteen. But that's beside the point. The point is that just as soon as I acquire a new vehicle, the thing blows up on me. I seriously believe that someone is out to get me. In fact, I recall seeing four small shadows fleeing from the area after the explosion occurred this morning. I think there may be a gang of dwarfs involved."
The agent shook her head. "I beg to differ. At this point, I'm highly suspecting fraud. As soon as I clear it with my supervisor, I'm going to terminate your policy with us and refer your claims to our fraud division."
Paul sighed. "Ma'am, you've got to believe me. I certainly understand if you need to raise my rate a little again, but I'm not trying to deceive anybody. My cars just keep blowing up, and that's the truth."
[Story last edited October 18, 2013.]