I had arrived at the check-in office on the moon and I was very excited. I sat down my box of belongings and said hello to the concierge.
The halls were gray and pale yellow, but yet still splendid. I was so happy.
I was moving to the moon. Forever.
Something was wrong with earth... I knew that, but just what exactly, I couldn't tell you. You could tell me probably.
I was walking down a hall towards my new apartment on the moon, and making new aquaintences.
I came back to the concierge. "I have to do something real quick!" I said.
"Oh yeah," he sighed. "You have to move your car." He said it like he was disappointed in me.
"I'll be right back!" I promised. I wondered to myself if it was really worth it to go back down to earth and move my car just to save 25 bucks.
I didn't have much time to wonder.
My alarm startled me awake. 8:45. I don't have work today. Ah yes. You parked at a parking meter. Get up and get dressed. You know they'll be ticketing in 16 minutes.
I got dressed and went and drove my car up a block. I'm going back to sleep now, but I'm pretty sure I missed the last bus back to the moon.