This is the 52nd installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning.
It’s not often you find a soggy banana on the street—but when you do, Murphy’s Law dictates you’ll step on it. Smushed banana will spread out and up the sides of your brand-new shoes, which the murky puddles have already wrecked. You might cry.
I might’ve cried. Can you blame me? The day started with me putting on a snazzy new outfit and arriving at the office for the first day of my new job. Now that outfit is sopping wet, I’m once again unemployed, and there’s banana on my shoe. Yes, I cried. Right there. On the street. Like a baby with mushed-up banana on its bib.
Most people passed by without acknowledging me. A few tried to offer help, but that only made me cry harder. One yelled at me to get out of the way.
I’m sitting on the curb now waiting for my ex to pick me up—yes, somehow, he was the only one I could call.
I need to make some changes in my life.
Miles Away 