One morning, I was brewing myself a pot of coffee. It was 7 am when suddenly a tragic occurrence took place. The coffee machine was jammed. At 9 am, after two hours of complaining, I contacted the company and waited in a virtual waiting room with cringe-worthy office music that is somehow catchy and gets stuck in your head. Finally, I was connected with customer service and began explaining my problem. They asked for my warranty, and due to my bad luck, it had expired. They instructed me to go to their "Headquarters" (HQ) to extend my warranty, or I would have to pay a hefty price. So, I quickly took off my pajamas and put on my casual clothes. I grabbed my car keys, house keys, and of course, my wallet.
I was living in an 18-story apartment at the top to have the best view, and the elevator was under maintenance, so I went down 18 stories. I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten my key in the lock. I hurried back up the stairs. When I discovered that it was in my pocket, I ran back down, started my engine, and headed towards their HQ.
I got on the highway when a political parade started marching. It was so slow and large that it caused a traffic jam stretching for miles, and all the vehicles were barely moving. I checked Google Maps, and all of a sudden, a world record was broken. It showed the highway in black—on Google Maps, they use shades of red to indicate traffic conditions. It said it would take days by car to reach our destination. I quickly left the highway, found a parking spot, and started heading towards HQ.
On the way, I stopped at a restaurant and ordered a small plate of fries because the restaurant was famous for its French fries on social media. When the receipt came, I couldn’t believe my eyes: it was 3000 Turkish liras. I refused to pay and demanded to speak with the manager, but the employee didn’t listen to my command. So, I took him down WWE style and knocked him out, making all the employees fear me. I stomped into the manager’s office and found him buying drugs from a sketchy dealer. He was using them in the fries to make them addictive and famous for their taste on social media.
I quickly took a photo and started to blackmail both of them, forcing them to give me their IDs and full names. I demanded $100,000 to be transferred to my bank account in 24 hours, or both would be behind bars for a long time. They both agreed, and I continued my journey for the coffee machine.
When I finally reached HQ, it was so cramped with people that it was more crowded than our first break at the school cafeteria. Most of the people were waiting to extend their warranties. That’s why I waited in line, and when it was almost my turn, the shift ended, and they kicked everyone outside and locked the building. To sum up, I was delayed until tomorrow, so I went to a nearby camping store and bought myself some essentials like a tent, sleeping bag, and so on. I decided to camp out so I could be the first in line. When they opened and the sun rose, I was able to extend my warranty and started packing to head back home.
On the way back, I looked at my bank account and saw the $100,000 transfer, along with a text from the company saying that my new coffee machine should arrive at my house in a week.
After weeks of waiting, I received my coffee machine, and as I was going to get my coffee, I suddenly woke up in my bed, looked around confused, and realized that it was all a dream. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I got ready, switched on my coffee machine, and realized that it was jammed. I instantly threw it out of the window, unlocked my phone, and ordered one online along with an extended warranty of ten years. But somehow, I felt faint and found myself back in the tent. I realized I was dreaming while dreaming while dreaming about a different reality. I went back home, used the $100,000 from the drug dealer, and bought myself a high-quality coffee machine. And there my journey ended. It was very confusing—or was it…?
Tarek Ibrahim
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