Cameron
The car rider line is, at the same time, both my favorite and least favorite place to be. Favorite because it means my girl will be running to the truck and telling me everything that happened during her day. Least favorite because this line is a million miles long and it takes forever to get through. At least once a week, I'm hit on. Some divorced mom is looking for me to be a new father to their kid when, in fact, I'm doing the best I can with the one I already have.
Reaching over into the console, I grab a bag of chips I keep there for a snack on days like this. I got here later than normal and I'm in the very back. It could easily be thirty minutes or an hour before I get to the front.
My phone rings and I grin when I see Gauge's name on the display.
“Hey man," I answer, ha
