Male, no.

Laughing at yourself for thinking something so stupid as wanting a gun, you look around to see if you can convince any of your neighbors to let you use the phone. Sadly all you find are empty houses as apparently everyone picked today to leave home earlier than you as not a single person you know, let alone like, will open the door. “Well isn’t this just fantastic.” Thinking back to the last time you had to ride the bus you can’t for the life of you remember where the nearest stop is, let alone when the bus even comes by here. As for a cab, without a phone that simply isn’t an option. With no other good ideas or opportunities forthcoming you realize the only option you really have is to simply walk to the nearest store and get them to let you use the phone.

It doesn’t take very long to get to the little convenient store only to find a little sign on the door proclaiming, “Closed due to a in the family, we will reopen at 7:00pm.”

“Wow, it just doesn’t stop does it.” Then looking around you at least see a few cars driving by. Scratching your chin you think for a few moments before you remember seeing a payphone at the carwash at the end of the block the last time you were there. Another slightly less enthusiastic jog later and you are strolling across the parking lot of the carwash as you see the phone. Picking it up you are thrilled to receive your first bit of good luck for the entire miserable day. Digging through your pockets you scrounge up the required fifty cents and fumble to deposit it into the phone. Just as you drop in the last coin and lift your head to start dialing you see the most horrifying thing you have ever seen. A little girl is running after a little red ball that has gotten away from her and is just now heading into the street. Your eyes scan to the left and to your horror you see a bus as it blares it’s horn and it’s tires lock up as the driver slams his foot down on the brakes. Somehow you know you will never make it, but you can’t simply stand there and watch. Running as fast as you can, you race into the road as the bus closes in on the now completely stationary girl, frozen in fright from the intense sound as the mix of the squealing tires and roaring horn mixes in the air. Amazingly you reach the girl and push her out of the road. Then just as you see her hit the grass you realize you were indeed not quite fast enough. Just as you feel the brush of the bus against your side the world seems to go stark white and your mind thinks the most absurd thought: