Stories from the field.
Travis arrived at work yesterday to tackle another day of training. He plugged through and around lunch time, his friend from school and boss, stopped by to talk to him. They got into a discussion about the career path at Allstate and then she suggested that they continue it over lunch. She said the only thing was that her car was in the shop and she needed Travis to drive.
Travis said sure, obviously.
But you have to understand what our Camry looks like. Its a 1994 sedan with two missing hubcaps and it hasn't been washed in a while. Not only that, but when she got into the front seat, Travis has to scramble to clean up the front seat. He has to move his day-old cereal bowl and spoon, some papers. Then in the backseat there were woodchips all over the upholstery because he had picked up wood for our New Year's party and hadn't cleaned it up.
Then they drove to the Biltmore area (which is very ritzy) to the California Pizza Kitchen. As they pulled in to the parking spot, his boss went to open the door. Only to realize that the door handle is broken off (courtesy of Steve). She had to use her two fingers to pry the handle open.
Great first impression.