I'm trapped in the Uber ride from hell with the most despicable man on the planet. He might be something to look at, but he's soaking wet, ornery and has an attitude I don't appreciate. I'm willing to overlook the flaws to be civil and the bigger person, but he has the gall to suggest his interview for some boob job fellowship is more important than my court case. Some nerve, right? I can't be rid him fast enough. It's twenty minutes of my life. I'm a public defender so I can certainly handle him. Twenty little minutes and I'll never see him again as long as I live. Yeah, right. Apparently, fate hates me.