Start driving

“Well, okay, miss. When I get in, I’ll call a tow truck for you. You can just head on back to your truck and I’ll call for you.”

She considered a moment, then said, “Thank you.”

“Good luck,” he called.

Stud started the truck and Boomer whined. “Shut up, you dummy. She doesn’t want my help.”

Stud called for the tow truck when he got in.

He went down to the basement to look at his latest batch of beer and opened one for a test.

He’d always be stuck there. What a disappointing life.

THE END

Because when's the last time you trembled from delight?

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