What's Even Taboo?

Chapter Three- Caught in the Rain

For once in my life, I was grateful for the pouring rain. It hid my tears well. The bitter cold felt almost comforting to cool my burning face. I unlocked my shitty 1990 Toyota Corolla that only helped to others how bad of a driver I was. As I took a seat I tried to turn it on but it wasn't working. Nothing was happening. I tried again and again and ended up banging on the steering wheel in a moment of frustration. Giving up and putting my face in my arms, only to notice the interior light flickering."Mother Fu-" I stated to myself. I looked over to my left and past the bakery there was a bus station. I guess it couldn't hurt for now, I can get someone to help me later tonight. Not like I live far out of the city.I clicked off the light and stepped back out into the pouring rain. I moved fast to not have any of my coworkers, or ex-coworker I guess. I finally made it to the small blue bench and looking at the schedule, finding one that goes close to my house, at 9:45. At least it's suppose to show up in 30 minutes. I sighed as I looked at my watch showing 5:15. I sat my ass down and crossed my arms. I need friends. Especially for times like this. I pulled out my phone and considered downloading a ride share app, till I realized I had $2.34 in my pocket from the nice old ladies customers. They always give, or gave me, some change every time they came. Might be the only thing I miss about that shit hole. Probably best I left since if I don't want to end up being one those people who could never escape after working in food service for so long and be doomed to open my own chain. Wait, I need a job now.I felt a rush of fear as I started to realize everything I had done. I lost my temper over looking pregnant and quit the only job I've ever had. I started to shake from the fear of the very near future. Rent, groceries, gas, car, so much more. I put my hands on my head as I started to feel like I was spinning despite sitting down."Hey." I heard a soft voice next to me. "You all right?" The voice sounded concerned but with a accent I didn't recognize. I looked up, fighting back my tears hard to see a man with dark tan skin and sweet brown eyes look at me with genuine concern. Before I could reply he reached in his pocket and pulled out a dum-dum. "Here, I'm the candy man." He said with a smile, I smiled back looking up. My first smile today.