The Most (Sort of) Unbelievable Thing to Happen to me

When assigned with the task of telling a story about the most unbelievable event in my life, i quickly began remembering different events that occurred in my short seventeen years on this earth.  Then i was told the assignment was to be 400 words long, and i began thinking of ways to stall, and fill the page with meaningless words to act only as filler.  This process was short and simple, also incredibly believable, so its story will not be told here.  The story that you came here to read; which you prepared for by sitting down in your favorite blue chair, starting a fake fire on your television screen, making some hot cocoa (which you forgot about and is now cold, but cold cocoa sounds nasty and you're too lazy to go reheat it so we will just call it hot cocoa for the sake of time), and bundling up with you most embarrassing of stuffed animals; begins on a warm summers eve in 2009.  I was but the young age of 14, trying to make a few bucks to buy some video game that was new at the time.My step-dad promised me the much needed dough (heheh puns) if i grease his dump trucks for him.  (Greasing trucks is a very stupid process that takes entirely too long and makes you entirely too dirty for the little that gets done as a result of the process.  Explaining what goes into greasing a truck would take up the much needed remaining space to tell my unbelievable story, so instead, just keep in mind that this is an incredibly boring and filthy procedure.)  My step-dad, Mike, had left me to my job so he could go buy us dinner.  So i was alone, in a truck yard, with nothing but my dead ipod and the silent remarks of a grease machine to keep me company.  You can imagine my surprise when i heard a voice asking me for, as he called it, "some chump change".  The sound of anything other than my own thoughts was enough to startle me, but the gravely voice that produced the very noise was what caused me to smack my head on the pole above it.  After recovering from my near fatal injury (which is oddly enough, NOT the unbelievable part of the story (sarcasm)) i caught a glimpse of the man asking me for money.  He was short, fat, and dressed like he was about to battle a stormtrooper (on Hoth specifically, otherwise that wouldn't make sense).  "Um, no sir, sorry," i said, rubbing the emerging bump on my head.  "Well shoot, sometime you got to get da work done, and sometime you gotta be da work that get done, know what i'say boy?"   i I had trouble understanding the question, but out of fear of appearing rude, i nodded my head yes.  The mans voice had an unidentifiable accent to it, which didn't help his already poor habit of mumbling what he said.  "you see you's a good kid ya'know, they don't make em like they use too nuh uh." said old scratch (the nickname i decided to give this man).  The man began to ramble for a couple of minutes, only to pause and hear me say "yes sir" or "no they don't sir".  I started to notice me agreeing with him wasn't getting me anywhere close to watching him leave, so i pulled 5 dollars out of my pocket and told him it was my lunch money, but he deserved it more.  The smile on his face revealed all 5 of his teeth, actually 4, since one fell out while he was smiling.  He mumbled something else, then turned to leave, i thought the worst of it was over.  after a few steps he turned around and yelled "Well you comin' boy?".  I had no response.  Had my ignorant agreement with this man caused me to be adopted by him? That's insane, but not entirely unlikely as he seemed very intent on me going.  Before i could finish my list of the pro's and cons of being adopted by this man, my step-dad pulled in to the yard.  i turned to see him getting out of the car, with a pizza box in hand, and a slice in another.  I looked back at where Old Scratch had been standing, only to see nobody there.  Instead of wondering further as to what just happened, i walked over and grabbed the box of pizza, then inside with Mike, then over to the chair where i proceeded to eat.  "Anything interesting happen while i was gone?" asked Mike.  Before i could answer him, i burned my tongue on the pizza, and Mike proceeded to laugh at me.  By the time i had recovered, we had both forgotten his question, and were talking about more interesting things.  The end.