"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"
"Sure. I said 'have a nice day'."
"No, before that. Did you say I was going to die in five days?"
"No, I don't think that's what I said. I ordered a medium pizza with bacon and barbecue sauce and a large bottle of Cola. If it doesn't arrive in 30 minutes it's free, right?"
"Um... yeah, okay. That will be $13.87 have a nice day."
She sounds a little angry or something, but she hangs up before I can tell her I want breadsticks on the side. I don't know why I told her she was going to die. In all probability she won't die for at least 50 years. I guess I was just curious how she would react. People don't hear that everyday, but I think if they did, most wouldn't believe it.
If she did believe me, I wonder what she is doing right now. Is she the kind of person who calls her family and tells them she loves them? Did she quit her job and run away to go bungee jumping or skydiving? Is she writing a will and putting all her savings towards a hospital or her sister's college or her cat? Is she in a bar, drinking the last few days of her life away?
Actually, those are pretty romantic ideas. Aren't people more shallow than that? She's probably just not going to go anywhere near cars and sleep with a knife under her pillow for a few weeks. People are afraid of death. I always think that's so sad, because death is pretty much the only sure thing in life.
I think I would like to be the kind of person who would believe it. If somebody told me I was dying, I mean. Not superstitious, exactly, but everyone needs something to believe in and, well, God is pretty mainstream. I think I will start believing in destiny. The universe is, well, really big, and since I can't believe my life has any influence on it, maybe it can have an influence on me. Or maybe I can just mess with people's minds while I'm around on this plane of existence. And eat pizza.