My Little Black Dress And A Flat Tire

Stop-and-go traffic, frozen lettuce, flat tires oh my!

When I slipped into a cute little black dress and decorative tights, I just knew that it was going to be a good day. Wrong!

As I drove into work in stop-and-go conditions, I refused to let my less than smooth commute get my day off to a bad start. Nope, the sun is shining and hey, I have a J-O-B in this tough economic climate so I'm gonna count my blessings.

I was about 15 minutes late. I get my coffee and start my workday. And it's not tough at all.

Lunch time rolls around and I grab my Applebee's ceasar chicken salad out the fridge and I'm ready to grub a dub. But the lettuce is frozen. Gosh darnit, I left my salad in the car overnight in below-freezing temperatures. Whew, real smart - just brilliant you are girlie.

Quitting time is 5. My eyes gaze over at the clock. Well, I've actually been staring at it since 4. The clock finally strikes 5:15 (remember I was late). I pack up my belongings, grab my coat and feel like wheels are spinning under my feet as I make a dash for the door.

"Hey, there! It's quitting time," I say to the security guard who has taken the receptionist's seat because it's after hours.

I place my sunglasses on my face and hit the door.

As I walk across the street, I faintly hear a guy whistle but every whistle is not for me so I don't even pause.

My ear-to-ear smile is greeted by a woman standing on the other side of the street who politely informs me that my purse is causing my dress to rise on the side. I think, "Oh schucks, the whistle was for me and I probably showed a little bit too much to a stranger."

Without hesitation, I pull it down and keep it movin' because I have things to do.

As I approach my car, I hit the chirper-thingy-majiggy, open the door and get in. Music adjusted, heat on low and now it's time to roll. I slip my 5-speed in reverse and something doesn't feel quite right, bump da bump da bump.

I put the car back in park and jump out to take a look. And yep, it's a freakin' flat tire.

There has to be a Mr. Wrong, Mr. Right or Mr. Right NOW to help me with this tire.

And then I smile and think, "I knew I wore this dress for a reason."