I was tired, cold and hungry; that's the only way to describe how it was that I felt that day. On top of that, my car started to make weird sounds and I knew that it was only a matter of time before it broke down which meant I had to get off the highway.
As I was thinking that, I passed a sign for the nearest exit with a service station was about twenty miles away. I didn't know whether the car would even make it that far but breaking down in my present location was not an option; especially not when a trailer truck zoomed past me causing the whole car to rock like a cradle in hurricane winds. I was probably safer walking than staying in the car.
I reached over into the passenger's seat and picked up my map; I kept an eye on the road to make sure that I wasn't drifting across the highway. After studying the map I quickly spotted the exit I was to take; getting off now would throw me off course by a day or two maybe even longer if I didn't have transportation.
As I turned off the exit the hairs on the back of my neck stood-up and I suddenly felt uneasy. I'd gotten that feeling before; it was like a precursor to something bad, like I should turn around and take my chances breaking down on the highway-bad.
I considered turning back but when the car started kicking and knocking (so to speak) I knew it was too late. I could see small buildings up ahead, just past the treeline, one in particular had a tall sign indicating that it was a service station. It was a good thing because smoke started filtering out the front of my car and then with one final kick it descended into a slow crawl. I was a few feet away from the garage entrance.
"Un-freaking-believable!" I said as I slammed my hands down on the steering wheel. I looked around and saw people stop mid-action to stare at me. I was only few feet away from the garage, I saw people stopping what they were doing to stare at me. his of course caused me to scowl; I mean seriously, what the hell were they staring at?
I pushed down on the accelerator, hoping to get more movement but with one final kick the car died completely. I masked my scent before opening the door (this was something I did out of habit) just as a very tall and oh so muscular man walked out of the building wearing a t-shirt and a half-off navy-blue mechanic's jumper.
I stepped out of the car just as he stopped. I looked around and saw people staring at me; this of course caused me to scowl; I mean seriously, what were they staring at? Don't people know that it's rude to stare? I turned my attention back to the tall figure.
