"COME ON!!!" Casey yelled as he repeatedly slammed his right hand against the steering wheel. His left hand gripped the wheel firmly, but his right hand was doing its best to encourage the old truck down the road.
Casey and his wife, Sarah had been fighting when he left the house three hours earlier. As you might surmise from his outburst at the truck, his fight with Sarah had also been a loud one. He had been so angry, but now all he could think of was getting home as quickly as humanly possible. The storm was coming fast, so he needed to be faster. The old truck strained and protested at the abnormally strenuous workload, but it steadily continued down the road.
Casey had tried to call and apologize, but his phone was dead. It wouldn't have done any good as the power had gone out, but he didn't know that. Pedal to the metal he passed mile after mile of seemingly endless fields and pastures. He was getting close though.
It was just up that hill and then down the side road for a bit. He glanced out the side window to get an idea of how bad the storm was. His left hand tightened on the steering wheel and he yelled as he slammed his right hand against the wheel once again, "COME ON!!!"
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