Can’t Catch a Break
“Come on, darlin’. Start for daddy.” Hank turned the keys, filling the car with a grinding sound. He smacked the steering wheel. “Damn it! What else could go wrong today?”
Shaking his head, he sat back and rubbed his head through his hair. Absently, he wondered where he chick was he was supposed to pick up. Didn’t anyone appreciate taxi drivers anymore?
“For the best. It’s not like I could get her anywhere.”
A scruffy man jumped in the backseat and pressed a gun to hank’s head as sirens blared in the background. “Drive or you’re dead!”
Oh, come on!