She was driving to work again. It seemed like she did this way more then she did anything she actually enjoyed. Today, she was heading out East to take care of yet another cranky old person. She suspected he would treat her like the hired help. Of course, she was the hired help, but that was beside the point.
She sat in traffic along the two lane road that leads to the Expressway. Two lanes. One in each direction. And way too many cars, all stopped. She wished the air conditioning in her Hyundai worked, but that was as beat up as the SUV itself. She had bought it from some used car dealer for $3,000, and it had quickly needed another $1,500 worth of repairs. Then some jackass had rammed into the passenger side, and now those doors no longer worked. And now she was sitting in traffic, burning gas at $3.05 a gallon, just sitting.
She thought about life and how it seemed to continue sucking. When she got the SUV, she somehow thought it was a sign her life was going to change for the better. She had even gone out and spent money on special plates, that read "AWSUMGOD". She believed the plates would give her that extra boost, after all, she was spending money to praise God. But it hadn't quite worked out that way.
After the accident, because she wasn't able to get to work until she got the money to fix the car, she had been canned from her old job. She had worked for a hospital, making beds and cleaning bathrooms. Her attendance record had always been spotty, due to the vagaries of transportation and her own lack of motivation. But at least there, she got a regular paycheck. Her kids appreciated that money, spending it on fancy sneakers and gadgets before she got a chance to pay most of the bills.
Now, she was a free agent, going wherever a job popped up. She tried to trust in her license plate, but was finding it harder and harder with each overdue bill that landed in her mailbox. She wondered how long it would be before they had to find a new place to live, and where she would find the money.
She took a deep drag on her cigarette, blowing the smoke out her wide open window. She thought about life. She thought about God. And she blamed him for all she was going through. "I need to get new license plates" she said aloud, to no one in particular.
She sat in traffic along the two lane road that leads to the Expressway. Two lanes. One in each direction. And way too many cars, all stopped. She wished the air conditioning in her Hyundai worked, but that was as beat up as the SUV itself. She had bought it from some used car dealer for $3,000, and it had quickly needed another $1,500 worth of repairs. Then some jackass had rammed into the passenger side, and now those doors no longer worked. And now she was sitting in traffic, burning gas at $3.05 a gallon, just sitting.
She thought about life and how it seemed to continue sucking. When she got the SUV, she somehow thought it was a sign her life was going to change for the better. She had even gone out and spent money on special plates, that read "AWSUMGOD". She believed the plates would give her that extra boost, after all, she was spending money to praise God. But it hadn't quite worked out that way.
After the accident, because she wasn't able to get to work until she got the money to fix the car, she had been canned from her old job. She had worked for a hospital, making beds and cleaning bathrooms. Her attendance record had always been spotty, due to the vagaries of transportation and her own lack of motivation. But at least there, she got a regular paycheck. Her kids appreciated that money, spending it on fancy sneakers and gadgets before she got a chance to pay most of the bills.
Now, she was a free agent, going wherever a job popped up. She tried to trust in her license plate, but was finding it harder and harder with each overdue bill that landed in her mailbox. She wondered how long it would be before they had to find a new place to live, and where she would find the money.
She took a deep drag on her cigarette, blowing the smoke out her wide open window. She thought about life. She thought about God. And she blamed him for all she was going through. "I need to get new license plates" she said aloud, to no one in particular.
Another from the license plate series, fictional blogs based upon license plates I've seen while driving.
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