This morning I am almost at work and almost on time after a hugely hard upper body workout that made me want to vomit and left me shaking. (The whole time I drove home and cleaned up I kept feeling my forehead for a fever. Surely I could figure out a reason to go back to bed. No luck).
Anyway I'm all dressed up in my heels and new white fake silk shell and snappy black dress pants and I see this guy trying to push a truck into a gas station. There is an old woman in the driver's spot. So I keep going as I always do convinced some big muscle guy is going to stop and help. And then like I always do I turn around to make sure. And then like always happens no one does. So I pull over, get out of the car, and start pushing. In my white fake silk shell, snappy black dress pants and heels.
And we push and push and she gets the truck to the pump and I leave. And I am so glad I had some muscles to help. And I wonder how anyone, ever, could keep driving by. That thought makes me sad. But then I am double glad that I wore my white fake silk shell and snappy black dress pants and heels today because at least I looked buff pushing a truck with an old woman in the driver's seat into a gas station.