He held stiff to the wheel. Hands clenched at 10 and 2. Concentrating. He knew the toaster wasn’t good in the wind. It jerked and jostle with each gust.
Eleven years ago, t
Rain rivered across the windshield as the wipers fought to keep his vision clear.
He battled the toaster for each “.58 cents a mile” mile trying to stay within the lines — like the coloring books of his youth.
He parked the toaster in the back of the dealership. Took out a piece of Flipchart paper and a pen, then scrawled the words, “BMW Trainer. In the breakroom.” After placing the paper on the dash, he opened the door and ran toward the storm.”