Plotting My Murder

There were a lot of annoying things about being short. I mean, I needed help from random strangers to be able to get groceries from the top shelves, long dresses were too long on me, and I couldn't go on all the rides at an amusement park.

But the fact that I was too short to be able to climb into the truck in front of me was just the icing on the cake of a crappy day.

I took in a deep breath and tried not to scream my frustration. I mean, I knew I could get one of the guys to pick me up and put me in, but I really didn't want to have to do that. I started to think about if I had a stool in my space that I could take out to be able to climb up when a small step unfolded from the running board.