FunBoat™
Never get a rental for a heist, especially a FunBoat™.
I turned sharply. Spray drenched us. The police boat was getting closer.
“Excess speed violates your rental agreement,” FunBoat™ repeated.
“Silence that!” Megan screamed. I hit Mute.
Silence.
“Your allotted time has ended,” FunBoat™ said. “Insert $20 to continue.”
We started slowing.
I fed a twenty into the slot. It came out.
“It’s wrinkled!”
“Use a hundred!”
Reluctantly, I took out one of the stolen hundreds.
“This bill is counterfeit,” FunBoat™ said. The engine died.
We got three years for the robbery, and it was all fake anyway. Thanks, FunBoat™.
The Green-Walled Treehouse 
This made me laugh since, I never see your finale coming. Love the idea of feeding the boat like a slot machine that knew a bum buck when it felt one. Another Stewart slam dunk. 🙂
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you know how I like bringing things to their absurd extremes. Glad you liked it. 🙂
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A bad day to be a criminal.
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Very true. Hopefully they’ll learn their lesson, but some people never do.
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Not-so-fun-boat, not-so-smart crooks 🙂
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pretty much. 🙂
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Them’s the breaks
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I enjoyed how you wrote this and how, to me, it came across as hard-luck comedy. A good read.
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Thanks, James. Yeah, it’s fun to write that kind of story, especially with a touch of absurdity in it.
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Excellent..I laughed out loud.
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Thanks, Dawn. I’m glad you liked it.
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The perfect game for masochists. Am I a sadist for laughing?
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I hope not, or you’re not the only one, haha.
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🙂
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