text: As soon as you walk inside the coffee shop, the aroma of fresh coffee assaults your senses. There is a long counter along the left side of the small shop and a few small tables to the right. There are a few round tables along the right side of the room, not all of them empty. There is a small man with a thin beard typing at an old laptop computer, ignoring the room around him.
  
  Before the door shuts, you hear the squeal of tires. A taxi has pulled up outside and the passenger door swings open. The driver is gesturing at you to get inside. You look around to see if he is talking to someone else, but there is no one else looking at him, he is clearly trying to get you to go in the taxi with him.
  > You stay where you are...
  You take a seat inside the coffee shop and the taxi drives away. You wonder what it could have wanted, and why you are suddenly seeing so much attention. As you look around the shop, a fellow typing on his old laptop looks up at you and glares at you before putting his nose back in the machine, the old keys clicking away as he types.
  
  There is little traffic in and out of the coffee shop today, and you wonder when that tow truck will show up. Sometimes you think those tow truck drivers are on their own times and really don't want to help you out. Then you start to think about how much the tow is going to cost and you realize you really need to buy two tires now: one to replace the flat and another to replace the spare that you haven't had time to replace. This is really going to cost you.
  > You continue...
  The barista at the coffee shop glares at you since you have been there for some time and have not ordered any coffee. Yes, there are plenty of empty seats around, but that barista clearly doesn't want any freeloaders in the shop.
  
  Fortunately for you, about that time the tow truck shows up. The diesel engine clatters and clanks as the bright orange lights spin on the top of the truck. The middle-aged man with the stained white t-shirt steps around to your car and quickly hooks it up to the flatbed of the truck. You head over towards him, but he gestures you back without a word. You ask if you can at least ride in the truck, but he spits on the ground near you and says, "Company Policy." He climbs back into the truck and drives away, your car sitting firmly on his truck.
  
  You look around the sudden silence and realize that now you're stuck in town with no car and no life. Then you realize that you're not even quite sure where the tow truck took your car. Just then there is a sudden boom of thunder and it starts raining. The rain is cold, so you turn up your collar and start walking home. At least you get to go to work again in a couple days...