I hate that taste in my mouth when i first wake up in the morning. that's why once i wake up, i bolt out of bed and head to the bathroom. toothbrush, toothpaste, rinse, floss, mouthwash. awww....that's better. this is the morning of my big interview. i wanna get this job so i can keep my house. seems like i am always struggling. from temping to waitressing, i've done it all. as i head to the kitchen, i make a mental note to clean house when i get the time. i noticed dust on all the picture frames lining the hallway. once in the kitchen i grab a bagel and a glass of orange juice. then i hop into the shower and get dressed. dress pants and a button up shirt should do. flats, because heels would make it look like i'm trying too hard. man, i really want this job. luckly i have time to make my bed before i head out. gotta remember to lock up the house. as i hop into my jeep i notice that the flower beds out front need to be weeded. that'll have to wait till i get home. i fireup the old jeep wrangler and turn out on to the highway. letting the wind dry my straight hair. i'll pin in back when i get there. but as soon as i'm turning onto 53 highway i get slammed in my rear. i throw my car into park and get out. before, all the dust clears i feel a hand on my arm. 'are you okay?' the voice asks. 'i really didn't see you there! this car has a bad blind spot and i wasn't really paying attention.' i look at my jeep, the bumper is laying on the ground and everything is crunched foward. 'well i think i can start it. it's ok, i wasn't going anywhere important.' i say. then i crawl back into my jeep and try to start the ignigtion. it's doesn't do anything. not even roll over. 'great,' i mutter. 'i am so sorry. here is my information, and my insurance information. let me see what i can do now, want me to call you a tow?' the now reconizable guy asks. he had dark brown hair, a straight nose, green eyes and a light stubble on his cheeks and chin. he was honestly concerned. he had on a button down shirt tucked into some wranglers and a pair of justin boots. i looked back at his car with it's smashed bumper, it was a jeep cherokee. 'well at least you have a good taste in vehicles,' i commented. 'yeah, it's the ex wife's car. i won it in the divorce.' he said. 'don't know why i had to mention that. but i did.' i didn't know why he mentioned it either. it was awkward.