Oh man. Oh man, I’m gonna be late! I better hurry. Keyes? Check. Wallet? Check. Phone? Check. Let’s go! I run to my car. Hop on the highway, and before I know it I’m stuck in traffic. Huh, must’ve been a bad accident. Finally we start to move again. Then bam! Flat tire! Could this get any worse? Man, I shouldn’t have said that. I better knock on some wood. But it was indeed too late. My spare was also flat! After waiting for the tow truck for what had to have been hours, I was back on the road once again. Just a little detour to a junkyard to get me a tire. And a spare. I’m not going to get this job. I can already feel it. But I still make it to the interview. I tried apologizing but they didn’t wanna hear it. I mean I get it. It does sound like a whole buncha bullshit. Luckily, some nice older gentleman hears all of this and introduces himself as the CEO of the company. He apologizes on behalf of his staff that he will be taking a look into better and offered me not the position I went to the interview for, no. He offered me a pay grade above the lady that yelled at me and made a whole scene out of it. Karmas a bitch, ain’t it?