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Memoirs of a Nobody by Jane Doe Chapter 5 Final Chapter

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Five days later, I crossed the border into Arizona, only to be met by pouring rain, causing zero visibility. I assured myself it couldn’t last. Once I got to Flagstaff and started down to the Valley of the Sun, things would improve. It never rains in Phoenix.
Arizona didn’t want me! I first suspected it at the border where they confiscated my bag of apples. But I recognized it for the actual fact when the Valley greeted me with rain, the likes of which hadn’t been seen in decades. As I listened to the thunder bouncing off the mountains, I could almost hear the gods saying, “Go away”. As a final warning, an alleged tornado touched down a half mile from my motel.
I wasn’t to be discouraged. I knew I would love my new surroundings. Besides, as a nobody, I a nothing car and there was not even the slightest chance it could get me back to Ohio.
I was going to make a go of it, so I dug right in. I mean that literally. Where some people are inventors, politicians, or any number of other things, I found that a nobody is a professional rut carver. And in no time at all I found myself situated in an even deeper rut than before.
It was in this rut that I finally found myself faced with the unmistaken discovery that I am truly a dyed-in-the-wool nobody. And I sit down here writing my boring memoirs for you to get a dull spot in your otherwise lovely day.
But don’t feel sorry for me. I do get out of my rut periodically to go take my place in the unemployment line.
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