by Shawn Bailey

Created on: November 10, 2008

Eunice Reka stared at the underside of his car. He was lying on his side, head throbbing. He could see pedestrian's feet scurrying along the street on the other side of the parking lot.

"What happened?" he asked himself. He rolled over and slowly got to his feet. He looked around the parking lot and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He felt for his wallet. Still there.

Eunice lightly rubbed the nasty bump on his head.

"Hey, buddy. You Ok?"

A heavyset fellow with a boyish face was staring at him from three cars over. He looked puzzled and mildly concerned. Eunice searched for an answer, but was hardset to find one.

"You looked like you tripped or something."

"Oh. Uh... yeah, I'm alright. Thanks, man." Eunice convinced the worker, but not himself. Things were blurry, but slowly swimming into view.

"The bank," he mumbled to himself. "Oh, yeah. The loan." Now he wished everything would have remained fuzzy. He was on his way to ask for a loan. A personal loan, since he had nothing to use for collateral. And he was sure of the answer already. He was simply going through the motions because that's just what you do when you have no choice. You beg.

He moped across the parking lot, still rubbing his head and trying to figure out how he had tripped over his own two feet. How embarrassing. How stupid. And apparently with someone watching. A man with a big boyish face and arms the size of his legs. Probably laughing at the idiot in his waiter's -

Great. His waiter's pouch was still wrapped around his waist. He had rushed from the restaurant, in a hurry to make it back before the next shift, and had left on his waiter's garb. He untied it in the back and rolled it up in his hands. He would have to tote it inside now. There was no time to take it back to the car. A broke idiot who trips over his own two feet and can't make the payment on his girlfriend's promise ring.

"Wonderful. Just wonderful," he chastised himself as he started to leave the parking lot and head across the street to the bank. Something caught his eye. He looked over and saw a manila envelope lying under a Hummer to his left. He stopped. Eunice wasn't one to mess with things that didn't belong to him and certainly didn't pick up strange envelopes in this day and age. But there was something different about this one. Someone who drove the Hummer had dropped it. There was two things that Eunice despised right now. Rich people, because he wasn't one. And rich people who drove environmentally unfriendly vehicles with

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