Just then the doorbell rang. Again!
Jim opened his eyes. He was standing in his garage.
Again.
Did he fall asleep?
He looked around and tried to get his bearings.
He was not living in a cold house somewhere in eastern europe married to a gorgeous, weeping girl named Sharon who spoke like a Google Translate of English ("Do not you want to retire?")
He was not a massive cocked bachelor trying to build a jerk-off aid with a section of gas pipe
And he was not dating a girl named Shannon.
He was Jim McNutt. High school senior, and it was his girlfriend's birthday, and that was probably her at the door.
Jim took a deep breath, waited for reality to change again. It didn't.
He waited to see if he would wake up again.
He didn't.
The knocking on the door continued. Patiently. Whoever it was didn't seem to be going away.
So Jim walked to the front door.
It wasn't Sharon. It was a busty UPS girl.
She had a magnificent rack that completely distracted Jim from the fact that she might have been several hundred ferrets squeezed into a UPS uniform. She had a package and a letter.
Lost for a second at the shape of the delivery woman, Jim signed for the goods in a daze. Then the woman spoke in a voice that had a bit of a chitter to it.:
"The package is for Sharon. The letter is for you. Byeeee!" She blew Jim a kiss.
Jim first opened the letter:
"Dear Jim:
We think we got this all sorted out. Sorry for the temporal displacement.
Let us know if this universe doesn't work for you. We'll keep an eye on things.
Thanks for your patience,
The Ebon Guild of Trans-universal Momentum
(aka, The Ferrets)"
Fri Mar 20 23:07:56 2020
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