Ten years after graduating high school I still live in the same boring town. Sure, I’ve got a job that pays the bills but something is missing. After too many wasted credits, I stopped going to community college and just found what work I could find. Three failed relationships and a one-night-stand gone wrong later and I was on the verge of packing my stuff and driving until I ran out of gas and starting over.
That all changed with one flat tire.
I was on the side of a small road cursing my old car and venting my frustrations by whacking the flat tire with the tire iron. The spare I had just would not line up! I heard a car crunch over the gravel and stop just behind mine.
Great.
Wonderful.
Someone to see my shame.
I stood up, quickly smoothing down the short skirt I was wearing. I was too dressed up to be changing a tire on the side of the road. At least my interview was over already. I’d shed the suit coat I’d worn to be professional and was standing in heels, a tight tank top and skirt when I realized who was walking toward me.