A Life Worth Living part 7

Finally on my way. That took way too long

Doug hadn't counted on the valet stand being slow. It took a good couple of hours before they got busy enough for the supervisor to step away from the keys and then a few more minutes before Doug spotted a couple going shopping instead of just lunch. Shopping meant it would be hours before they realized the valet had lost their car. By that time Doug would be in Orlando. As an added bonus the car was a black Mercedes C65. Doug was in heaven.

I have to get my story straight. I sure hope Frank can help me. I need a phone.

Doug started playing with the Mercedes' features as the car raced up I-4. After a few seconds, he found what he was looking for - the car's mobile phone.

Thank you Mercedes. Top of the line! Let see, Frank's number is ....

Doug started pushing the number but found that after 301 his memory got hazy. He almost had to force his way thru the 555-1212.

That wreck must have f'ed me up more than I thought.

"Hello?!" a familiar voice boomed through the car's speakers.

"Franky, baby!"

"Who's 'dis?"

"It's Darrell, Darrell Snider."

"Oh shit!"

Read part 8 here