Gemotions

He slammed the phone down. The audacity! His own driveway, and they had the *nerve*. He marched outside, fists clenched, ready to unleash a torrent of verbal fury on the tow truck operative. The driver, a skinny kid barely old enough to shave, was already backing away, eyes wide, as if anticipating a physical confrontation.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he barked, his voice tight with barely contained frustration. The kid just shrugged, pointing to a minuscule sign half-hidden behind a scraggly bush. A bush that had been there for *years*, and had never caused an issue until now.

He glared at the contraption lifting his pride and joy off the ground. He'd spend the rest of the day getting it back. What an absolute nuisance. He could see his meeting later running late because of this.