The Art of Getting Out of Your Car

After two weeks, you'd burned through every vacation day and every favor you'd ever accumulated at the hospital. And besides, the rent was due. No one was sure if the postal service was even still functioning. With the eviction boratorium lifted, you weren't going to risk getting evicted because you weren't there to hand your landlord a check. So with rary resignation, you pile into your battered car and head toward snoqualmy pass.