The Art of Hating You
he said while rubbing the back of his neck.
As he wiped his hands with a rag, the mechanic finished laughing. “Well, I’ve got time. You’d be surprised how many stories I hear in this line of work.”
Austin stopped for a moment, remembering everything that happened. I’m just going to say… the drive wasn’t easy. There were a few surprises and disappointments along the way.”
“Bad luck, huh? Sounds like my kind of day,” the mechanic answered as he went back to what he was doing. Don’t stress; I’ll deal with it for you. Don’t put any pressure on yourself.”