It was pouring rain outside, and I had just ended a very long and very unhealthy relationship. Six years of being strung along, placed on the shelf, and I had finally mustered up the courage to walk away. I was shaking after it happened, because it was such an emotional milestone for me, something that took months of mustering up the courage and resolve to do, something that required me to step out of myself and realize a few harsh realities, something that ended in only a few minutes and left me feeling powerful and broken and brave and solemn all at the same time.
It was time for my intramural soccer game. I took everything boiling up inside me out on that ball, and I felt so free. People actually commented on my playing-- because let's be honest, I was never gifted in the sport of soccer. But that night was different. That night I had guts and guster.
I was invigorated, free. I felt strong and sexy and as soon as the game was over I sprinted out to my car, the key getting kind of stuck in the door as I tried to unlock it.
I jumped inside and tried to start my car. Nothing happened. The key was stuck. I tried everything, pumping breaks, jiggling the steering wheel, using my wrist to get the keys to turn, but they simply wouldn't. I called my best guy friend-- my dad--tried everything he suggested... still nothing. I enlisted the help of two young strangers, and they tried for a solid ten minutes before telling me, maybe the key is just chipped, maybe we should drive you home to get your spare. So that's what we did. I left my soccer bag on the seat, locked the car, and went to follow these gents to their car. As I stepped out and back, I realized that an identical Honda was parked right next to my car.
Wait-- no, identical Honda?
Try my Honda.
Seriously Kait?
Oh well. It was raining and I was in a hurry, didn't even think to check "my own" license plate.
Crisis averted!
Except for one thing-- now my soccer bag was in some random guy's car.
Explain that one to him?
I drove my own car home to grab some homework and the guys watched my bag (with wallet inside) while I was gone. When I got back, the car was gone, and they were waiting there to give me my stuff. They said the driver of the Honda was pretty annoyed that some random chick's bag was in his car.
The end.
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