Fortunate Son


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Why do you do what you do? Ever ask yourself that? I did and I'm fighting a war against myself. I'm not winning. I wish I was a good sheep in the crowd sometimes. Maybe I'm a shepherd without any sheep.

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Name that movie:

Vincent Vega: "Which one's Trudi? The one with all the shit on her face?"

Lance: "No, that's Jody. That's my wife."
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Tow Truck Experiment:

The first car I ever towed was an old and blue Chevy Monte Carlo. It was in a restricted area that my boss told me to stick around for the first day. The boss told me that hitting quota in my first day while in that area wasn't abnormal. That made no sense to me, but whatever. The first car was a mess after I was finished with it. I am really not mechanically inclined and I tore the front grill off the car. The boss said that things like that would happen, and that's what insurance was for. I couldn't help but feel bad though. The rest of the day was awful. I was so nervous. I knew my job, but I didn't want to do it. I didn't want to see a car in a tow zone. I imagined I had the feeling of an ambulance driver arriving at a grisly scene during my first day.

At around noon, I arrived at a Ford Mustang convertible that was to be towed. I waited for a few minutes, hoping that the car owner would see me there and plead for me to not tow his or her car away. The person didn't arrive. I then started to hook up the vehicle, but fumbled many times. My hands were all wet from sweat because of my nervousness. I didn't want to damage this nice convertible as well. I looked at my watch and realized it was lunchtime, so I unhooked the car and waited in my tow truck nervously for an hour. I couldn't eat because of the nervousness. I drew a deep breath, put the truck in gear, and proceeded back to the head office to resign.