Wrench your heart out

What's the worst day of your life? Did you break a bone, lose someone you loved, or someone hurt you, your health, your heart, or your mind. Some may tell you to get over that hurt, to move on and forget about it. But for all I care, they are more than welcome to move on. Your feelings are valid, whatever happened is valid, and you are allowed to feel however you want to feel about it. I'm just here to tell a story.

She continued pacing, as she had been for the last two hours. She had tried to get some other work done while she waited, but it was now three in the morning and Josie was tired. What could possibly be taking so long for this delivery to get here? The weather was fine, there were no holidays... "Ughh!" she cried as she ran into the office and grabbed her wallet. Might as well get breakfast from next door while I wait, she thought as she booked it out the back door.

About an hour later, long after finishing her breakfast and energy drink, the delivery truck finally showed up. Normally, Josie would be scrambling to get all the paperwork ready and get everything out of the middle of the floor, but she had long had time to do all that, so she sat and waited.

Wow, she thought, whoever this driver is can barely even back up his truck... we have a huge parking lot! She rolled her eyes as she continued to wait.

The driver finally jumped down from the cab of the truck and sauntered over. He was small, he seemed to almost be smaller than Josie, but muscular, which gave him an overall scrappy sort of appearance.

"Ready for the seal number?" he shouted at her from the back of the truck.

"Yup!" Josie shouted back as she copied the number from the paperwork.

For as long as she'd been working here, there'd never been a seal discrepancy, so she wasn't worried.

He opened up the door and they were greeted with a disaster inside. Drivers didn't get to see how a load was stacked, but she had never seen one so bad. After digging around for a while, more waiting, he had finally managed to unload her store's pallets. They were expecting seven, but she only counted six. That happened sometimes, nothing unusual and better than expecting seven and receiving nine (which tended to happen more frequently).

After finishing up, she filled out the rest of the paperwork, a few signatures, checked a couple of boxes, and handed him his envelope so he could leave. He still had some cleaning up to do, and two more stops after hers. Josie began breaking down one of the smaller pallets. It was tucked away towards the back of the stock room, she liked to clear out some walking room along the back side first thing. Before making her first cut, Josie realized she forgot to bring a box cutter from home... again. She turned around to go find one from her work stash and right behind her, was the driver.

Panic coursed through her veins. Her breath caught in her throat like she had just taken a punch to the gut.

What could he possibly... she began to think.

When he blurted out, "Can I get your number? I couldn't help but notice you look really great in those pants."

Josie was lost for words. Her mind was going a million miles an hour. She was alone in this store. It was still early, no one else came in until at least seven. She didn't know this man. What if he didn't leave? She didn't have her phone, it was across the room along with the security pad that could be activated. What was the code again? Was it her code backwards? Or the last four of her social? It didn't really matter if she couldn't reach it…

"Sure," she said, and she punched her number into his phone.

That seemed to satisfy him, and he walked out the door. This time, she made sure to close the doors behind him. Then a second wave of panic began to set in.

Why had she just given a random man her actual phone number?! She had a boyfriend, first of all, who cared if they were on the rocks right now; she wasn't trying to sabotage the relationship. Not like this, anyways. Secondly, this man now had her number, and her place of work. Josie sat down and dropped her head in her hands, unsure of what to do next. She then heard a notification chime on her phone over the bluetooth speaker. Picking it up she read the text. Hey it's Sam, the truck driver.

What was she going to do now?