A sharp left onto Waring sent something clanking around my cargo area. I pulled over immediately. Any excuse to dodge that standing appointment with my trainer.
Engine running, I went to investigate. Nothing but a loose jack that needed tweaking.
I returned to the driver’s side door, yanked the handle. The inside door knob snapped shut like a defiant toddler. My eyes widened.
Another shake of the handle. No luck.
No way.
I shivered, my tight shorts no match for the cold morning wind.
I wanted an excuse not to go to the gym.
Looks like I just found one.
The Weekday One Hundred 