At the mall, relieved to have finally found jeans and dress pants that fit me. I’m walking out to my car and I put the clothes I purchased in the trunk. But then my car won’t start. Eventually, I call a roadside assistance hotline and am told that I will likely have to wait for at least two hours. I tell them to give me a call when they arrive and hang up. I sigh deeply, get out of my car, lock it, and walk to a cafe where I sit in a seat that’s not made for someone my size and wait.
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