Onward trudging even further.
Why do I always make the wrong choice. I finally reach the box. My stupid shoes kill on top of it all. A small sign hangs off the phone. Dread fills my mind as I slowly take in just what its telling me
This Phone is out of order. Please use other phone. Located half a mile <===direction.
I slump down by the side of the box in tears. This was not how I expected my evening to go. Rumaging in my bag I realise I have absolutly nothing to help me out of this situatuion. I dont even have any of those anti blister spots.
I would always remember to bring them after this.
So my situation is...
- I have no boyfreind
- No phone
- Hurting feet
- No fuel
- No luck
- An Ex who probably thinks I'm a lunatic.
Great just great. I need a miracle.