The story according to me* is that David is a trucker from Vermont. Rising gas prices have placed him in a virtual stalemate. It’s too expensive to drive anywhere, but if he doesn’t drive he doesn’t earn any money. The burly trucker is holed up in his cabin deep in contemplation, verging on depression, all triggered by the economic recession.
Megan is a phone sex operator with whom David has been chatting for months. Through continued correspondence (costing him $1.99 a minute) she convinces him to get back on the road again, if only to see her. While he goes about his cross-country journey to end up in her arms, he’ll be able to make a haul and bring in some income along the way. In reality, Megan is a suburban soccer mom with three kids and mini van in Arizona. Hmmm…looks like her husband’s going to have some interesting and unexpected company.
(Full disclosure: I drew inspiration for my story from an article about high gas prices hurting brothels.)
Dave’s take:
David was raised well—the standard life of a good school, good parents, athletic trophies (I’m assuming on the last bit). Then in his college years, David becomes a jihadist. He grows a beard, converts to radical branch of Islam and joins a terrorist sect. He goes about all his extremist duties which culminate in his hi-jacking a plane.
David makes it through the metal detectors, the security personnel and boards the plane. Also on board is Megan. Megan’s a flight attendant. All these principals David has held so near and dear to his heart (caged by his ribs and bomb vest) are erased over the course of the flight as he falls for Megan during her continual trips up and down the aisle and adjustment of his seatback. He can no longer carry-out his suicide mission as he just can’t kill Megan.
Crisis averted!
* An article taken from Willamette Week- (wweek.com) a Portland, Oregon news source.
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