Mudstuck: Self-Sufficient Until I'm Not | Blaze Natalie
I'm heading to a party at my colleague's place. He lives in the countryside and rarely comes to the office, so he finally invited us all over to unwind a bit. He's also someone I've been in a bit of a rivalry with for some time. I feel he might secretly dislike me because of how well I perform, and he's also worried I might snag a promotion he's eyeing. Despite this, we maintain a formal relationship, but we do enjoy teasing each other occasionally.
He offered to pick me and other colleagues up from the nearest train station because his place is hard to find, with spotty internet and rough roads in early spring. I proudly declined his offer - I'm self-sufficient and perfectly capable on my own. What does he think of me? That I can't drive my car?
I felt slighted by his offer as if he had a low opinion of me. Or maybe it was his way of asserting dominance.
I knew better. Not only would I drive there myself, but I'd do it in towering heels, making a statement.
On the way, I only needed to stop once to check the downloaded map. No problem at all, I'm the best and can handle getting to his house in the countryside alone. I feel confident and empowered, my spirits lifting with each kilometre.
It's early spring, and there's still ice in some places (I wonder where it came from). I know these spots can be tricky, so I accelerate before one such area and successfully navigate it.
But then, unexpectedly, I hit a soft muddy puddle right after. Now I understand why my colleague has a 4x4 SUV. Maybe he wasn't trying to make fun of me but to prevent such mishaps.
Nevertheless, I can't skip the party, and I refuse to call him for help. I must act.
Thankfully, I know how to rock the car, and I'm determined to free it. I'm not afraid to get my heels dirty; it'll be proof of my resilience. But as I struggle, my determination wanes as the car remains stuck. I feel paralyzed, sinking into the cold mud with each step. I pound the pedals in frustration, bouncing in my seat, trying to shift the car with my weight. I inspect the situation, but nothing works. Finally, with no other option, I admit defeat. My mood plummets, my heels are ruined, and I'll miss the get-together. I think of a plausible excuse - my little ones are sick - and call for outside help.
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