Hall of Infinite Doors
Now he felt more free than ever. Air rushed and flew in curves around his helmet, and his clothes jumped in the wind. He noticed the irony, however, for his motorcycle was almost out of gas as well. He made a good 30 miles on his motorcycle before it died on him, but by that time he could see a small house in the distance. He dismounted his motorcycle and forgot the keys. He began to walk towards the house and see if they could help him. He walked approximately one half of a mile before he reached the household. He rapped lightly on the door and heard voices inside. He heard the old man before he saw him. Uneven steps on a hard, wooden floor. The old man open the door and smiled, delighted to find a visitor at his doorstep.
"Oh, honey, kids, we have a visitor!", The farmer yelled to his family. He glowed with the prospect of having a visitor because he and his family were very lonely, had no neighbors and lived in the middle of nowhere.
"Actually I'd just like to use your phone, please. You see, I ran out of gas a while back, so I walked here to see if maybe I could contact someone to get some help." John started to explain.
"Look no further.", The old man replied, "We have all the gas you'll ever want here. Every year we go down to the store and fill up a few tanks full to the top. I don't know exactly where we have them situated right now, but I'm sure by morning with a little hard work they'll show up."
John grinned, confused, but wanting to be polite. He decided he'd ask to use their phone again.
"That's very kind of you, sir, but if I could use your phone it would really be useful."
The old man frowned and said, "I'm afraid we don't have one. Not a lot of people would be keen callin' us folks anyway. No point in paying for something you aren't going to need."
"Oh, honey, kids, we have a visitor!", The farmer yelled to his family. He glowed with the prospect of having a visitor because he and his family were very lonely, had no neighbors and lived in the middle of nowhere.
"Actually I'd just like to use your phone, please. You see, I ran out of gas a while back, so I walked here to see if maybe I could contact someone to get some help." John started to explain.
"Look no further.", The old man replied, "We have all the gas you'll ever want here. Every year we go down to the store and fill up a few tanks full to the top. I don't know exactly where we have them situated right now, but I'm sure by morning with a little hard work they'll show up."
John grinned, confused, but wanting to be polite. He decided he'd ask to use their phone again.
"That's very kind of you, sir, but if I could use your phone it would really be useful."
The old man frowned and said, "I'm afraid we don't have one. Not a lot of people would be keen callin' us folks anyway. No point in paying for something you aren't going to need."