11-04-2015, 02:07 AM
"What do you mean? I'm sorry, but the way you're talking, it seems like your instincts are telling you something already..." Roxy's phone beeped obnoxiously while she was trying to rant. It was her boss on the other line. "Look, I'm probably about to get called into work. PLEASE don't think I'm trying to cut u off, I'm not." Another beep. Some fucking timing, she thought. "Why don't you take a test, and I'll get back to you on my break, OK? Just take a test, and we'll know for sure. Listen...either way, I'm with you. Alright?"
I'm not a bad driver. I just drive drive better at an altitude of 3,500 feet where I'm not surrounded by morons.