“Did you remember to pick up my coat from the dry cleaners?” my girlfriend, Annette, asked as she briskly walked into the room?
I didn’t even hear her come in as I was playing an old Counterstrike game when I should have been doing a collage assignment. I told her this morning that I would be finishing it that afternoon.
“For fuck’s sake, Cliff, you forgot, didn’t you”? she asked, looking annoyed as hell.
“Is that the time?” I asked, looking at my watch, already going into my whole ‘pretend I forgot’ routine.
“Don’t even”, she said, disappearing into the kitchen. It is going to be one of those afternoons, I thought.
I was wrong.
I was going to get up and follow her into the bedroom and try and worm my way back into her good books again, but I saw a chance to take out a bad guy on the roof of a factory. I hate campers with sniper rifles.