Buster’s toe went through his sock. He’d meant to fix that, thought about it, should fix it. Didn’t have time to think about a hole in a sock. Yet, there his mind was, right there looking at that hole. He was running late and frozen. He would be there for the job interview, he just didn’t want to be.
It was a lateral move. More money, greener grass, different county with a higher pay scale. Nothing to get excited about. Who could get excited about pep rallies, year books, and class changes? It was a job and Buster needed to stop looking at it like that right then and there or he wouldn’t have one. He needed to put his foot in that holy sock and get his ass moving.
Buster flossed. He planned the interview in his head. He knew the answer to all the hard questions. Yes, he wanted to do extracurriculars. He liked putting the school and the community together like that, he’d tell them. He smiled, rinsed with brightening mouthwash and dazzled himself with his smile. This was the right move. He looked at his watch. He should have left ten minutes ago.
He put his shoes on, the ties were all knotted. His mom would have fixed them. He’d hand her one now if she were here. She’s good at untangling knots. He smiled again. Good smile. Knots out, shoes on. Where was his phone. He called out to his phone and it answered, it was easy to find then. Ok…breathe.
Buster started the car. All systems go. When he looked at his watch, he wondered if he had enough time to get a triple shot of caffeine at the shop…he was already running ten minutes late. No. He didn’t. He made a smart choice and smiled.
It’s not about anything but being the right guy at the right time.
Go get ‘em Tiger.
Devonne Brown 
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