I WAS ABOUT TO GET TOWED—UNTIL SOMEONE CALLED “METER HOMIE” SHOWED UP
I was already having the worst day. Slept through my alarm. Spilled coffee down my shirt before the interview. Parked in the only available spot, fed the meter with my last few coins, and sprinted inside thinking maybe the universe would give me a break. Spoiler: it didn’t. The interview tanked. Like, spectacularly. I forgot…