After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile, Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury he noticed...
a storm, as dense as a London fog. Darn, and he thought he was as good as gold for the rest of the trip. But this was the moment he had always been waiting for; his time to shine. Walter told his wife this, and she told him to put his money where his mouth is. He was a Jack of all trades, he could handle anything.
The buttons were beeping furiously, and Walter stood there with no expression on his face. He had nerves of steel. At this moment in time, it was all work and no play. He had to give it 110%. He was planet Earth, there was a glimmer of hope. If he could just concentrate....just don't rock the boat Walter...it's now or never....
"Walter? Walter what are you doing?" Mrs. Mitty was screaming. Walter sighed. She is driving me crazy, he thought. He thought that maybe she would be quiet for the rest of the trip. When pigs fly, he thought instantly after, laughing to himself.
"What are you laughing about now?" Mrs. Mitty asked angrily. "You know, sometimes I don't think you're the sharpest tool in the shed."
Feeling defeated and small, Walter continued driving through the heavy fog. The car drove through the storm like a knife cutting through butter. Walter Mitty, the man who led a secret life, continued to think.
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