Rain spattered the windshield as Wednesday frantically swerved her way through traffic. She was so late this morning and she knew her short, pug faced boss would be standing by her desk when she finally walked in. He would stand there, tapping his foot and point to his wrist watch whenever Wednesday showed up late. She’d mumble some excuse and take her seat in her cube and start working right away. She didn’t like her job that much. It wasn’t what she really wanted to do, but she had responsibilities and what choice did she have.
Damn, another red light. Some mornings it really seemed as if there were cosmic forces aligned against her. Everything that could go awry goes awry. Wednesday drummed her fingers on the steering wheel and willed the light to be short. She was already 20 minutes late and still had another 20 minutes to get there. The light stayed red.
It wasn’t really her fault, directly. She supposed it was indirectly her fault by the choices she made, but she was deeply affected by the choices of others. She had stayed out a little late at the bar with her stupid boyfriend. He was all into some basketball game and barely spoke to her so she just kept drinking. She started with a few white wines and then moved onto a cucumber martini and then followed that up with a shot of whiskey. Scott hardly gave her any mind. She even wore that white top that is sort of sheer in the front. It’s kind of a prude shirt but she felt pretty in it. She thought Scott might take his eyes off the TV for at least a minute to admire it, but he barely said hi when she walked in. Not even a cursory glance at her breasts. He was actually wiping nacho cheese off his chin when she went in for the hello kiss. Why did she always date such inconsiderate losers?
The light finally turned green and Wednesday floored it. Her tires spun on the slick street and she thought she might lose control. She let off the gas to let the car get some grip and then gassed again and started in the right direction. She was mad for a second. She was already blaming Scott for almost making her crash right then. He was on her mind too much. He was nice on their first date but since then he’s been all about him and his buddies or some ex-girlfriend or when he used to work at the stock exchange and all the coke they used to do. He swore he didn’t do that anymore but Wednesday wondered sometimes. He just made her feel wanted sometimes and that’s what she needed she guessed.
After the basketball game Wednesday was pretty drunk. She hadn’t eaten anything for dinner, other than a few crackers, before meeting Scott. She told Scott she had to leave because she didn’t want to be late for work and sarcastically thanked him for the “great night”. He started to pull all that, “Oh, baby. I’m sorry, blah, blah, blah”, bull crap and Wednesday fell for it. Next thing she knew they went back to her house where he had emotionless sex with her. She was there, but she didn’t really give a crap about it. Scott just got what he wanted and then fell asleep, and snored. Wednesday was up for another hour wondering how hard she’d have to hold a pillow over Scott’s face so he’d stop. She woke up and Scott was still snoring away and her hang over let her know immediately she was going to be late for work.
A thunder clap exploded overhead and Wednesday jumped a bit. She was just pulling her car into the parking lot when a lightning bolt streaked from the sky and struck the ground directly in front of her and knocked one of the light posts off its base. Wednesday slammed on her breaks and slid to a stop just as the post hit the ground just inches from her hood. Sparks spewed up from the metal casing hitting the asphalt lot. Maybe the universe just didn’t want her to go to work. Maybe it was telling her that this was not the life she was supposed to be leading.
She put her car in reverse and turned around. She left the parking lot. She left work. She left Scott in her bed. She left.
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