unappreciated
One night the gymnast got her car stuck in an ice-covered parking lot. One of the cooks at Ruby Tuesday’s tried to push it out for about two minutes and then shrugged his shoulders and drove off in his truck. It was the beginning of a storm that would leave me barricaded indoors for a week. She text messaged me for help so I started up the Volvo and inched my way down McGalliard to the mall. Twelve minutes it took to drive two miles. There was the fight to see through the snow dropping onto the windshield and wheels never finding traction. At Ruby Tuesday’s she still believed we could get her car to move. I put her backpack in my car and took her hand. I fishtailed my way to her apartment and told her I loved her. I guess if I hadn’t been able to pick her up an emergency team would have done the job. They wouldn’t have done it because they loved her though. But then again, on their way home they might not have felt so unappreciated.
