Gemotions

"You're kidding, right?" Liam said, his voice a tight whisper. The tow truck driver, a man built like a fire hydrant, just pointed to the sign at the end of the driveway – "no parking." Liam’s face flushed crimson. He'd lived here for six years! He never saw a sign.

He was due at a very important meeting in an hour. This was the worst thing that could have happened. The frustration boiled over, and he kicked a tire, then immediately regretted it. He had a reputation to maintain. He felt his carefully constructed facade crumble. He imagined the snide remarks from his colleagues. He felt a profound sense of inadequacy.