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Hailey I’m exhausted after morning drop-off, which is not good because I’ve got a full day"s work ahead of me, including a photo shoot and two meetings where I need to pitch myself, and our after-school sitter just texted to say she can’t make it. I should have a backup. Tyler is always saying we should have a backup, but somehow I never get around to making it happen. My maps app says I"m five miles from the shoot when my car suddenly dies. The stoplight turns green, but I go nowhere. Behind me, a cacophony of horns sound off. I try to restart the engine, but nothing happens. It’s as dead as a doornail. Most cars that pass give me the death stare, glancing over their shoulder as though they have to actually lay eyes on the i***t that is holding everyone up. A few even flip me the bird