The Papyrophobic Zimpa

“I don’t work with papers”, I have to say this almost everyday to my colleagues and clients. I have a weird problem, Papyrophobia. It was that unfortunate day when my problem was triggered and I had to take a pack of papers from office to my home. I couldn’t find a taxi, so, I had to take a van. These vans are very crowded and holding a pack of paper felt like lava balls. I was in the middle of this van, when a bunch of school kids sat behind me. They had books, which they used to fight with each other. “This day could be my last one.”, I said to myself. It was like I was at war. I was irritated and waiting for my stop. Suddenly a beautiful girl sat just in front of me. We were facing each other when the kid behind me started rubbing papers together, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided to change my seat. I went one row ahead but so did those kids, they were right behind me again. I was frustrated and decided to look out the window, so, I stick my head out of window. “Ahhhh!!”, I hit my head out with a pole. “Where is my pack of papers?”, asked myself. “That guy took your papers.”, another guy told me. I was mad but I decided to stay where I am to have a good look at the girl. “Maybe, she like me”, I told myself. The bus was half empty now and I decided to move one row ahead. As I was about to put one leg over the seat I fell down. “Hey, driver!!, what is your problem??”, I shouted with nervousness. Now, I had move only one seat ahead to get closer to the girl, close enough to say “hi!”. This time put one leg over the other and my other leg was stuck, so, I was standing there with my legs on two seats. The girl was still smiling and I was embarrassed. I unstuck myself, my clothes torn up and I sat there. The bus stopped and a man got in, sat with her. Now, paper-kids were sitting right beside me. As it turned out, that man was her husband and she was half blind. The kids started rubbing papers again which tripled my anger , so, I threw their books out of the window and kicked the guy in the face. I was beaten by everyone in the van, kicked out in the middle of nowhere and I lost my job, because, the papers which I lost were company's legal documents. This was “The Last one” of many things, as of today I am the driver at the same van.