Tag Archives: Dollars
Every morning it was the same f***ing sh*t ass routine. Stick the key in the ignition and listen to some strange noise shooting out the back of the car. Today’s mystery sound was two fold, a loud explosion along with the clank of some unknown engine part hitting the pavement which was followed by a visual spectacle of a ball of flame belching out the exhaust pipe. An auto fart you might call it from putting in too much cheap gas with low octane. On the next turn of the key, the car farted again, dropped some other unknown part onto the ground and then slowly began to sputter to life. Thanking God, I threw the car into reverse and backed down the driveway.
Getting to the Beltway was the easy part.
At 10:20am, almost everyone who had a job was already there. The only people left on the road were the ones who were late and at legitimate risk of losing their jobs, and the already unemployed like me who were driving like hell to kiss some ones ass to get a job. I looked at the wall of cars creeping along the concrete pretzel leading to the highway and debated with myself on whether or not I should just give up, turn back and go home to watch Oprah. Before I could decide however this ass hole from behind slams into my rear forcing me onto the entrance ramp.