He is completely unaware of what is about to happen.
He’d never been a fan of DIY. His Aunty had ordered the new piece of furniture without a moment’s thought given to how it would be assembled. It had been delivered in an enormous flat pack of innocent looking cardboard. It was inevitable that she would give him a call. Hey! Blood is thicker than water, right?
Little does he know that it would happen with the last blow of the hammer!
At least she had agreed to keep out of his way. He couldn’t give a lot of time to it. His cousin was picking him up from his place in a couple of hours and taking him to the big game. His cousin had acquired really good seats.
Little does he know that his scream would bring his Aunty rushing wide-eyed into the room.
He had read through the instructions provided on the tiny piece of folded paper, typed in some miniature font he had not come across, hiding at the bottom of the box. It really didn’t tell him much, other than the fact that whoever wrote it did not enjoy English as their first language.
Little does he know that the ambulance would take so long to arrive because of the massive pile up on the freeway.
Why was it taking so long to put this thing together? He was becoming more and more aware of how late it was getting. He was becoming more and more frustrated. The hammer was pounding harder with each strike.
Little does he know that he would be looking up at the smug expression of a smartarse doctor, twiddling his stethoscope and mumbling something about how some things are best left to a qualified tradesman.
He was fixing the last section of the bookcase when it happened.
It wasn’t quite there.
Little does he know that no one in the known universe had ever figured out how to avoid the inevitable.
One good hammer blow should do it.