I threw both of my fists up in the air and battled the impulse to yell every cuss word I could think of to the top of the highest building in the city. What was the reason behind this happening to me? Why now, of all times? I wasn't going to make it to work on time. Only once in my life had I ever changed a tire, and that time had been while I was in high school. My dad was of the opinion that it would be beneficial for me to be able to do this, therefore he insisted that I study it.
The problem with skills like that is that if you only use them once, by the time ten years have passed, you have nearly completely forgotten how to use them.
In addition to that, I was going to show up to the school coated in grime and grease. I didn't believe the four-year-olds would be too bothered by it,
