More stories from hell (retail) today I was ringing up this lady and she goes oh I want to do part of this on a gift card and the rest on normal card and I go ok and then she hands me a folded piece of paper. I think oh OK it must be folded around the gift card, right? Wrong. It is a folded sheet of 8×11 printer paper with "$40" written on the inside in ballpoint pen. I go what is this. She says a gift card. I say this is not a gift card. She says yes it is. I say this is a piece of paper with "$40" written on it. She says "well it's a gift card." I say it absolutely is not. I am grinding my teeth. She says well I want to use it. I say you physically cannot do that bc it is a piece of paper. I cannot scan or swipe it. I apologize, as if this is my fault, and not because she is completely insane. I hate it here
Writing Prompt: When you were a teenager, a truck nearly ran you over. Your significant other wasn't so lucky.
Today, you had another close encounter with a truck, and this time it got you. You've been Isekai'd. But when you wake up in the other world, you see a familiar face. They're older and got a few scars, but it's definitely your old sweetheart.
You have a heartful reunion. You catch up on your lives, you make arrangements for a new life together.
"What luck that we both wound up here." you say during dinner.
"Luck?" your other half laughs and nearly drops their roast pixie. "Who do you think guided the truck that brought you here?"
This time it's your turn to nearly drop your food.
Your lover smiles, but there's something strange in their eyes. "I missed you so much, baby."