Tasteless In McBridle

After graduating from college and no job, I decided to take a trip to visit a part of my family in another country. It was a 12hrs flight from the city where I lived to their tiny town. I was ready for it and the adventure begins right from my rundown apartment in the busy side of the city.

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2. Tom to the Rescue

Clang! Clang!!

I woke up with a start. I must have eventually fallen asleep. That was the sound of a frying pan against another. Ms. Cellar. Or Cell as my roommate notoriously called her. They hated each other. We shared the bathroom with Ms. Cellar. She annoyingly stays so long in there when she showers. My roommate goes to bed late and wakes up late. She plays her music CDs into the night, loud enough for Ms. Cellar to hear and loose her sleep. And in the morning when she wakes up late and tries in a hurry to get ready for class, Ms. Cellar will be in there doing God knows what for an hour and half. And when Ms. Cellar is making breakfast, she wakes up the entire floor with the clanging and crashing of pans and plates. But it meant something else. I'm late?

I looked at the clock. Oh No! It was 7:30am. My job at the university as a receptionist starts 8am. And I'm usually there 10 to 15 minutes before time. I'm usually up by 6:30am. Long before Ms. Cellar starts making breakfast and getting into the shower. I have to wake up and start my car for at least 30 minutes to warm up enough for me to move anywhere. It was a 1999 Ford Taurus. It may not be so modern, but it got me where I needed to be. Well, if I start it for 30 minutes before driving it for the day. Now I was torn between rushing downstaires to the parking lot and starting the car or getting into the shower before Ms. Cellar did.

I decided to go downstaires and start the car. I draped the sheets over my shoulders, grabbed my flip flops and keys and headed downstaires. As I opened the door, I could see smoke coming out of Ms. Cellar' room. She had opened her door slightly. Our door was directly opposite hers. As you step out,  by the left is the bathroom and by the right is the hallway. I dashed into the hallway and since the elevator was not working, I took the stairs.

Bumrat!

That was the lady on the fourth floor. I still don't know her name, but she will always curse from the early hours of the morning until her kids leave for school. I didn't know if she was cursing her kids or husband. Her voice was the only one I heard. Except when her kids are leaving for school and say "Good bye mom" to which she will reply "Don't call me". Makes me laugh. I got to the parking lot. And I as I walked towards my car, I was praying for it to start. I got into the car and put the key in and sighed even before I turned it. There was nothing, it wouldn't start. I tried again, again, and again. Nothing happened. I knew I was going to be late for work, but I had hoped to at least make it there.

Having car problems?

A voice boomed from outside. I looked to my side and a guy with wild blond locks was looking at me through the window.

Yes. It wouldn't start and I'm running late for work.

Well, you may have to check the battery.

How?

Like jump-Starting it.

I just stared at him like huh? He got the cue.

I'll do it for you. He said. I got out of the car and gave him the key.

I'm Tom. He said as he took the key. I live on the 3rd floor.

Oh ok. I said without offering my name. He just looked at me and smiled as he went to work on the car. It was already 7:45am and I thought I should go get dressed. There was nothing in the car for him to steal. Just my resume and a can of soda.

Hey, I'll be back in a few minutes ok?

Ok.

I ran upstairs, brushed my teeth, threw on a black tank top and a red floral skirt, and grabbed my purse. Ms. Cellar was already in the shower as I was locking the door. I took out my comb and brushed my hair on the way downstairs. It was 8:10am

I got to the parking lot just in time to hear my car roar back to life. At least I didn't have to waste more time.

There you go. But you still need to have the car serviced. Tom said.

I sure will. Thank you.

You're welcome. He said as he gave me the key.

I got in and drove the car into the streets. Anticipating my meeting with Mr. Joe. My boss.

 

 

 

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