A Helping Hand
For the last two weeks I was really excited about last night because it was when I planned to buy and decorate my Christmas tree. I even left work half an hour early out of excitement (or a need to re-locate all the unpacked cardboard boxes from when I moved (in July) so that I had room for the tree before Tex saw it and collapsed in a fit of laughter).
Of fuhreaking course my car wouldn’t start. I tried to start it two more times. I sighed and opened the hood. Looking around the parking lot, I saw two coworkers walking out to their cars. Whether unintentionally or not, neither looked in my direction as they hurried to their cars. I sighed again and called Tex, who was still inside. Ah, how convenient to be dating a coworker.
