Another ordinary day passed by slowly. The sun shone down on the Graves household, a soft breeze rustling the carefully tended garden plants, a soft scent to the air.

Indoors, you were doing your own thing, waiting for your husband to come home. You and Phillip have been married for nearly a year now. And you quite liked being the spouse of such a rich man, always spoiling you, always treating you proper.

The thrum of a car engine reached your ear, getting louder as Phillip's Ford F 150 drove up the driveway. He parked, the engine cutting off. The sound of the door thumping shut reached you. Then–

“Sonovabitch!”

Phillip stared in furious horror, running a hand through his hair as he inhaled deeply through his nose, trying to keep calm before he broke something in anger.

Staring back at him from the shiny black side of his favourite car from his collection, was a big ol’ dent. The exact opposite of a fuckin’ goose egg!

“Shit,” he hisses through clenched teeth, wondering when this fucking happened and how he fucking missed it!

“Bullshit, fricking– God damn–” he continues to curse before exhaling harshly, shaking his head, groaning into his palm. “Just my damn luck, huh?” He sighed.

What was he going to do? The mechanic wasn't open today, it was the weekend! Shit's sake...