My alarm
clock continues to ring, but it’s Sunday so I push snooze. My wife rolls over
and asks me why I keep turning off my alarm since it’s Monday morning, and I
have that big meeting with my boss scheduled. I leap out of bed and throw on
the nearest set of dress clothes I can find. When I jump into my fire red 2017
Chevrolet Corvette and rev the engine, the gas light appears on my dash. Crap! I
break the speed limit and fly to the gas station. When I get there, I scramble
for the nozzle and select premium gasoline. A woman one pump over fusses at me
for driving like a maniac. I pretty much tell her to shut up. The pump clicks,
and I speed down the street towards an intersection. The light just turned red,
but I decide to gun through it. I have an important place to be.
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