The interior of the car must have been 110 degrees. He’d forgotten to leave a window cracked this morning. Starting the car, four people on the nearby sidewalk turned and gave him a dirty look when his muffler roared to life. Pulling out of the lot, the fuel light came on.
“Peachy. That’s just peachy.” He flipped on the radio in time to hear the last 8 bars of his favorite song, and six minutes of commercials.
At the gas station, he stepped in gum and spilled gas on the hem of his trousers. He sighed. If this was instant karma coming to bite him on the ass, he was having none of it. He was a good man – considerate, thoughtful, always tried to do the right thing.
As he started the car, Sheryl Crow’s song “A Change Will Do You Good” came on the radio. He pulled out of the station, turned the opposite direction of home, and kept driving.