Nothing was going to stop me from relaxing from a week's worth of overtime. My feet ached, my back was in pieces and my skin felt like a desert from constant neglect. Making reservation at Glamour Day Spa, I went in and immediately laid on the table for a deep tissue back massage. Just then my phone vibrated. It had to be personal because I was off from work and my boss never called me. The massage felt so good that my eyes began to close. Again my Blackberry vibrated.
"Do you want to get that?" The masseuse asked out of consideration.
"No. Keep going." Feeling the week lifted from my burdened shoulders, I wanted every minute of my hour of pleasure.
After the massage, I was escorted to another table, where a small framed Asian woman piled some green mask on my face. Then after a few glasses of wine and cheese crackers, I was sent on my way feeling like a million bucks, but looked like the one hundred dollars I spent for the spa treatment. Once I sat inside of my car, I checked the missed calls on my cell phone. They were all from my Mama!
She had needed to go to the hospital due to stress. Her blood pressure was extremely high. Of course it was my fault that she had to call an ambulance. My uncle needed to cash his check and even my grandmother wanted a ride to the Bingo hall. Every single one of them received a Social Security check. Why couldn't they just call a taxi! I guess that's what I was for. When I was finished taking everybody everywhere, my car wouldn't start, my head was pounding again and a strange potent burning smell in the car brought tears to my eyes.
Having to call one of my co-workers to bring me some gas on a highway, boosted my stress level to a ten. After an hour, I called my co-worker again when she didn't show. Her phone rang and rang. Finally, I had decided to walk to a gas station a few miles down the road. Cars flew passed me slightly rocking me off the road. Not thinking twice, I stepped in the fallen branches way off the highway when the big Semi trucks passed. Since everyone knew that my car was unavailable, no one called. Before I could get to the gas station, I had to cross four lanes of speeding cars and trucks. Once the lanes were slowing down, I dared to cross. Before my feet could hit the pavement, rain poured from the sky, making the entire highway disappear. All I heard were car horns. There was no way I could get across safely, so I sat under a tree and cried.
When the rain stopped, daylight peeked through the clouds. I had spent the entire night on a the side of a highway in pouring rain. Soaked through to my bone marrow, I made it to the gas station. Standing at the counter, shaking from the instant chill of the AC, the clerk walked over to the coffee machine and gave me a free cup of coffee. She even gave me a gas can to pump twenty dollars of gasoline in for my car. A friend of the clerk walked in shortly after and offered to give me a ride back. I sat in the warm pickup truck while the short husky gentlemen poured gas in my car. Suddenly he knocked on the passenger window to get my attention.
"You got a full tank!" Showing me gasoline all over the ground.
"Why won't it start?" The man walked over and popped opened the hood. Then walked back to the pickup truck. He took a black bottle from the back of the truck. I watched with curiosity as he poured the contents of the bottle inside a tube under my hood.
"Your car overheated. I poured water in it, but your engine is blown. You ain't driving that thing nowhere!" Shaking his head, the man asked me where I lived. He hooked my Mazda on the back of his pickup and took me home.
When we arrived to my apartment, I thanked the gentlemen greatly. When I hopped out of the truck, the man gently laughed.
"You need some rest." After he unhooked my car, I went inside and took some Tylenol. When I went to the bathroom to shower, I realized what the man was laughing at. Of all the embarrassing things to happen, my period had started, heavily!