Mirinda 101
By Alexandra Riera© 2007 Alexandra Riera
When Ralph walked into the dinning room he found Lauren shouting at the computer. He left his keys and briefcase on the table by the door and placed himself behind his wife to hear who she was talking to although he could guess; he had already placed three calls in the afternoon demanding to have their order delivered on time.
“It should have been delivered four days ago, unless it comes this same afternoon you shall hear from my lawyers; this is the last time I call you. Do you hear me? Unless the package comes tomorrow first thing in the morning, the next call you’ll get will be from our lawyers.” She said angrily and then switched the phone off.
“I really don’t know why we chose this company; out of all the company there are we had to choose the worst one; Damn!”
“Martina recommended it to us, she said it was great, look what she got,” she said as she showed him some pictures on the computer, “it’s certainly worth the effort.”
“And the money. Oh, honey if we got something similar to that I’d be really happy, you know?”
“We should, we almost copied Martina’s order.”
That evening they watched sports on their big screen and went to bed early as they were tired, they hadn’t slept properly in four days worrying about their order. At breakfast the door bell rang and they both rushed to answer it.
“Good morning to you; Mr and Mrs Sompleton?” he asked them looking at the board he was carrying.
“Yes, we are.” They both answered expectantly
“If you’ll just sign here” he said as he handed them the board and a pen.
While they signed the form, the man went to the van and took a big box out and placed it in front of the couple. “Where shall I leave it?”
“In the dinning room,” said Ralph as he got out of the way to make room for the man to get through the front door, “just over there” he pointed.
The man left the box in the middle of the dinning room and left by himself as Lauren and Ralph were busy removing the packaging around the box, oblivious to anything else.
Lauren sliced the box with a cutter and they both gasped when they saw its contents.
“Oh, Ralph,” said Lauren in disbelief, “what’s this?”
Ralph couldn’t utter a word. He stared. Inside the box was a teenager girl with long curly hair tied back in a headband. She had the most horrible dangling earrings they had ever seen and worst of all; instead of clothes she was wearing a scruffy jacket that barely covered the bikini top that showed part of her breasts. The only good thing was that she was wearing trousers. “I’m hungry,” the girl said. “Is there anything to eat? Make me a hamburger and chips please mum. I haven’t had anything to eat in four days.”
“Yes, sure…” she said as she looked at her husband.
“You just wait here” Ralph told the girl. “We’ll make you something to eat.”
“What? In the box?”
“Oh! You can seat on the sofa if you like.” Lauren told her as she made her way towards the kitchen.
“I can come and help you if you like.” The girl offered.
“It’s alright, you just go and have a seat, you must be tired after being in a box for a while; yes, you just go and sit down, we’ll deal with the food.” Ralph told her as he rushed after his wife.
“My goodness Ralph! This is not what we ordered! We ordered a toy one, not a real one! What are we going to do?”
Ralph looked at his wife; he didn’t know what to say.
“Ralph, we’ll have to feed her, take her to school; we won’t be able to switch her off and go away for the week-end; we’ll have to take her with us! Do you hear me? What are we going to do Ralph?” she asked him as she put a hamburger in the microwave.
“We’ll return her and ask for a refund.”
“Yes, that’s right, go and get the form we signed; we’ll call the company straight away; go on, go on, the sooner we get her out of here the better.”
Ralph went out into the kitchen and into the dinning room. He found the girl sitting on an armchair browsing through an old photo album. When she saw him walking in she smiled at him.
“This house if full of antiques, I like them. My name is Mirinda 101 by the way.” She said as she got up and offered to shake hands. “Sorry I was a bit rude earlier on but I was originally told that my parents would be robots and I was surprised you were for real.”
Ralph was lost for words again. “Why would you want robot parents?”
“I could switch them off and study in peace without having them argue.”
“Oh!”
The end
(840 Words)© 2007 Alexandra Riera
April 22-31
This story is based on an advert I saw for some kitchen appliances, where instead of having appliances delivered to people, people were delivered to the appliances…
By Alexandra Riera© 2007 Alexandra Riera
When Ralph walked into the dinning room he found Lauren shouting at the computer. He left his keys and briefcase on the table by the door and placed himself behind his wife to hear who she was talking to although he could guess; he had already placed three calls in the afternoon demanding to have their order delivered on time.
“It should have been delivered four days ago, unless it comes this same afternoon you shall hear from my lawyers; this is the last time I call you. Do you hear me? Unless the package comes tomorrow first thing in the morning, the next call you’ll get will be from our lawyers.” She said angrily and then switched the phone off.
“I really don’t know why we chose this company; out of all the company there are we had to choose the worst one; Damn!”
“Martina recommended it to us, she said it was great, look what she got,” she said as she showed him some pictures on the computer, “it’s certainly worth the effort.”
“And the money. Oh, honey if we got something similar to that I’d be really happy, you know?”
“We should, we almost copied Martina’s order.”
That evening they watched sports on their big screen and went to bed early as they were tired, they hadn’t slept properly in four days worrying about their order. At breakfast the door bell rang and they both rushed to answer it.
“Good morning to you; Mr and Mrs Sompleton?” he asked them looking at the board he was carrying.
“Yes, we are.” They both answered expectantly
“If you’ll just sign here” he said as he handed them the board and a pen.
While they signed the form, the man went to the van and took a big box out and placed it in front of the couple. “Where shall I leave it?”
“In the dinning room,” said Ralph as he got out of the way to make room for the man to get through the front door, “just over there” he pointed.
The man left the box in the middle of the dinning room and left by himself as Lauren and Ralph were busy removing the packaging around the box, oblivious to anything else.
Lauren sliced the box with a cutter and they both gasped when they saw its contents.
“Oh, Ralph,” said Lauren in disbelief, “what’s this?”
Ralph couldn’t utter a word. He stared. Inside the box was a teenager girl with long curly hair tied back in a headband. She had the most horrible dangling earrings they had ever seen and worst of all; instead of clothes she was wearing a scruffy jacket that barely covered the bikini top that showed part of her breasts. The only good thing was that she was wearing trousers. “I’m hungry,” the girl said. “Is there anything to eat? Make me a hamburger and chips please mum. I haven’t had anything to eat in four days.”
“Yes, sure…” she said as she looked at her husband.
“You just wait here” Ralph told the girl. “We’ll make you something to eat.”
“What? In the box?”
“Oh! You can seat on the sofa if you like.” Lauren told her as she made her way towards the kitchen.
“I can come and help you if you like.” The girl offered.
“It’s alright, you just go and have a seat, you must be tired after being in a box for a while; yes, you just go and sit down, we’ll deal with the food.” Ralph told her as he rushed after his wife.
“My goodness Ralph! This is not what we ordered! We ordered a toy one, not a real one! What are we going to do?”
Ralph looked at his wife; he didn’t know what to say.
“Ralph, we’ll have to feed her, take her to school; we won’t be able to switch her off and go away for the week-end; we’ll have to take her with us! Do you hear me? What are we going to do Ralph?” she asked him as she put a hamburger in the microwave.
“We’ll return her and ask for a refund.”
“Yes, that’s right, go and get the form we signed; we’ll call the company straight away; go on, go on, the sooner we get her out of here the better.”
Ralph went out into the kitchen and into the dinning room. He found the girl sitting on an armchair browsing through an old photo album. When she saw him walking in she smiled at him.
“This house if full of antiques, I like them. My name is Mirinda 101 by the way.” She said as she got up and offered to shake hands. “Sorry I was a bit rude earlier on but I was originally told that my parents would be robots and I was surprised you were for real.”
Ralph was lost for words again. “Why would you want robot parents?”
“I could switch them off and study in peace without having them argue.”
“Oh!”
The end
(840 Words)© 2007 Alexandra Riera
April 22-31
This story is based on an advert I saw for some kitchen appliances, where instead of having appliances delivered to people, people were delivered to the appliances…
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