7;tget into my own truck. I was insulted and humiliated. I plopped myself down onthe tail gate and stopped to think about my options. I ruled out calling a locksmith because of pride. I refused to call my new bossbecause I wasn’t sure if I would still have the job since I couldn’t get into my owntruck. Defeated and humiliated, I hitched a ride home and found my spare key. Iwoke up a neighbor to drive me back to my running truck. I arrived to work twohours late. I apologized to my boss with no explanation. He hesitated and gave me ablank look. I knew he wanted a reasonable explanation. I looked back at him as athousand possible excuses raced through my head. My choice seemed clear; a lameexcuse or the truth, but the truth was so ridiculous. Impelled by my morality, Ispilled the incident into the shop for all to hear. He gazed at me with amazementand tried to control himself, but a slight chuckle slipped through painfully tight lips.Soon the chuckle became an uncontrollable laugh. In fact, we laughed all day aboutthe predicament. ...
