Maybe this was a big mistake. Maybe the guy was a primo asshole who lived to make other people's lives miserable. But the alternative was to get back on the road to nowhere and alternate between feeling sorry for himself and dealing with panic attacks.
Oh well, he thought. In for a penny. He opened the door and walked into the office. There was an empty chair next to the desk, but the man didn't indicate he should sit down. Once again he thought, oh well.
"I saw your sign outside advertising for a mechanic."
The man looked him up and down with dark, penetrating eyes.
"You telling me you're a mechanic?"
Josh nodded. "Started learning when I was ten years old."
"You're not working now." The man frowned. "You get fired or something?"
He searched his brain for an acceptable answer. "Jus
