Bad Match Page #3

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Oh, my God, what happened?

Look, everything's fine.

They left totally happy.

They had no idea

anything was wrong.

But how?

Look, we had

to use my pitch, man.

- We didn't have a choice.

- F***!

Why didn't you call me,

man, before the pitch?

I literally have

been calling you non-stop.

Why didn't you try again?

I tried, dude.

Well, just forget it.

How's Terri?

What do you think, man?

- She's pissed!

- F***!

All right, I'm coming in now.

Where the f*** are my shoes?

Is everything okay?

No, no, everything's not okay.

My alarm didn't go

off or something,

I missed my meeting,

and now I don't even know

if I have a job anymore.

F***.

I think.

I think I accidentally

shut it off.

- What?

- It woke me up,

and I sort of just hit the

button and fell asleep.

Why would you do that?

I don't know, reflex I guess.

I am so sorry.

Please don't be mad.

No, no, you know what?

It's fine, it's.

- You drive here?

- I took an Uber.

Harris, I'm really,

really sorry.

No, it's fine, I just, uh.

You know, I have to leave,

I don't have time

to drive you, so.

Of course, I'll get an Uber.

Okay, it's gonna be

here in six minutes.

Have you seen my shirt?

Uh, I can't wait that long.

Just leave me here.

I'll go as soon as

the Uber gets here.

Fine, just lock

up when you leave.

Toss my keys.

Harris, I feel really

shitty about this.

I am so sorry.

- Harris?

- Yeah?

Terri wants to see

you in her office.

Yeah.

You wanna explain what happened?

It was my alarm.

What about it?

I was up late last night

working on the pitch, and

I put my phone on silent

'cause it kept going off,

and when I went to bed

I guess I never turned

the volume back up, so.

When my alarm went off,

I just didn't hear it.

You are aware that they make

actual alarm clocks, right?

I know, it's a

terrible excuse, Terri,

but it's the truth.

You knew how

important today was.

I did.

I'm so sorry.

Do I still have a job?

Yeah, you still

have a job, barely.

But you're off Harry's.

Robby did the pitch,

Robby gets the job.

And I'm gonna need 500 words

on Waldo's Scented

Matches by Friday, got it?

Understood.

- No, I didn't respond.

- Why not?

'Cause she wants

me to lose my job.

What kind of a nut job

shuts off someone's alarm?

Didn't she say

it was an accident?

I don't know.

In my experience, girls who

change their hair all the time

aren't exactly

emotionally stable.

Then why did you see her again?

Dude, come on, serious?

Yeah, okay, look.

I just think that

this could be a sign.

Yeah, man, I'm not so interested

in signs right now,

I kinda just wanna chill out,

play some video games,

and go to bed.

All right, all right,

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