"I love the part where walk out onto the road and stand there looking at your car with your hands on your head... your body language was sooo saying "omg.. what have I done?!"
And after that the desperation and frustration was showing in your trying... desperately trying to get out"

While working as a journalist at a local media outlet, I have been trying for a long time to get noticed and land a promotion. One day I received a c*ll from my boss, saying that he received a tip from one of his anonymous sources. He also said that the source claimed to have information about a shady deal that would be very interesting to cover. He forwarded me the information that his anonymous source had sent. The message contained only some navigational data of the place which appeared in the middle of nowhere. My boss ended the c*ll by saying I was the closest reporter he had available and that I had to hurry up, under no circumstances could I miss this opportunity.

I have been driving on for a l*ttle while and y phone has no data of the place I am headed to. Just after, I conclude that I am lost. I try to remember the way from the navigational data as I go ahead, but also decide to look for other signs. Suddenly, I noticed a peculiar road and were somewhat sure newer tire tracks could be seen in the dirt of the entrance to a field. I inspect what I think are tire tracks and my interest peaks. This could be the road I am looking for.

Suddenly, I feel the car slowing down, even though I am still accelerating. Confused and baffled, I try to accelerate more violently, still worrying about missing the potential story and my chance at making a good impression by bringing an article about it.
I feverishly keep attempting to get my car out of the mess, hoping to still make it on time. I am careful not to get my shoes muddy as I do not want to accept being stuck, so I stay in the car for a good while.

Going forward, backward, and finally understanding I have gotten stuck, I eventually decide to inspect the mess I've gotten into. I get uncomfortably hot and I even remove my blazer.
This is a big surprise to me, that my day can end in this big mess of mud. Being more precise, I am in disbelief, how this could happen. The car moves backwards slowly and I really hope to get out. I am almost sure I have to get out so I change my boots to others in order to arrive at the destination in clean and nice footwear. No one has to know about my mishap.
But can I really get out of this?

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