Hanging Out to Dry

Hanging Out to Dry

From Chicken Soup for the College Soul

Hanging Out to Dry

The straight-laced theology student raced home and quickly parked in her garage. Her mission was to hang the wet wash to dry in the garage and make it back to class before her break ended.

She smiled as she hung up the last of the wash. Made it, she thought, proud of her ability to handle more than one thing at a time. She climbed in her car and headed back to class. As she waited at the red light, she thought about her final exams. But a feeling of being watched caused her to glance to her right. The young man in the vehicle parallel to hers gave her a devilish smile and winked at her repeatedly. Then he pointed to her car and winked three more times.

Her back stiffened and she stared ahead. The light turned green and the young man raced off. Was he trying to pick me up? she thought as she shook her head with disbelief.

After many strange looks in her direction, she pulled her car over and checked the tires. Then she spotted the problem. Oh, my goodness, she thought. No wonder he had the wrong idea. She then pulled her dangling wet bra from the antenna.

Paul Karrer

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