“ OK, babe I got to go to work!” You say and kiss your wife goodbye. You don’t make the money Mikayla makes but you wanted a job. Mikayla swore you didn’t need to work and that she could support you and Vicki your daughter.
But pride or chauvinism some things never change so you got a job at the Cinnabon at the mall.
“ OK, babe do you want a ride?” Mikayla asks and you smile. “ I think that would be nice you “ say thinking of the myriad things that could go wrong for you walking to the bus stop. You’re about to say how nice that would be when. Your wife looks at her phone and yells.
“ oh shit I’m late you can get there on your own right kisses bye!” You have just a second to dive out of the way before you’re almost trampled under her heels as she runs out the door.
“ oh well, at least it’s a nice day for a walk,” you say as you open the door, and look out at that big scary world. The thought hits you of the myriad ways something can ruin your walk again.
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