Confessions of a Carpool Captive

Confessions of a Carpool Captive

My name is Liz Foley. I love my accounting job because I’d rather deal with numbers than talk to people.


My best traits:

I have (RBF) Resting Bitch Face.

I give snarky come-backs.

I have no friends.


My worst traits:

I speak in run-on sentences when I get nervous.

I’m attracted to assholes.

I’m broke.


Enter Finnigan Walsh – the new guy at work.


His best traits:

He’s kind of hot, I suppose.

He has a working car.

He sings to me and brings me coffee.

Nothing ever gets to him, even when I add more people to our carpool.


His worst traits:

See above


I don’t like him. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

After all, it’s not about how fast you get there. It’s the journey. Right?

Damn this carpool.


You’d better buckle up.

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