I had the morning from hell, and it all began when I woke up and realised that there was no food for breakfast. Breakfast is my favourite meal of the day and I never skip it or I’ll struggle to function for the next twelve hours. Being a Saturday morning, I had time before any of my weekend plans started, so I decided to drive to the supermarket and buy some delicious food to make for breakfast. I got in the car in my worst quality tracksuit pants and my hair in a messy bun, and off I went.
That’s when the real disaster struck. My car broke down. Of course. Something bad always happens when I don’t eat breakfast! It’s as if the universe punishes me for missing the most important meal of the day. So I was sitting there on the side of the road where a group of men helped me push my car to, and cried whilst I called a mechanic service. Frankston has quite a few of them, which is lucky because it meant I was able to find one open on a Saturday. I cried on the phone to him and told him about how I was having a terrible morning and how I looked like an absolute mess, and he understood. He said that he’d get my car back on the road as soon as he could, and to sit tight because he’d be there soon. I quite liked him at that moment.
When he got to my car, he inspected it to figure out the problem. I was super embarrassed by my appearance and so I tried to stay out of his direct field of vision at all times. He quickly glanced my way to tell me that I needed a car suspension service, but when he saw my reaction he began looking at the car as he spoke. I appreciated that. I told him I was happy for him to do whatever was necessary, and he got it done.