{"id":258752,"date":"2026-07-13T16:29:03","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:29:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/dont-crosse-the-line-britney-m-mills\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:29:03","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:29:03","slug":"dont-crosse-the-line-britney-m-mills","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/dont-crosse-the-line-britney-m-mills\/","title":{"rendered":"Dont Crosse The Line – Britney M Mills"},"content":{"rendered":"
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This is how I felt when I was in the backseat of Jessa\u2019s car, so maybe that was an excellent lesson in tight spaces. The woman who crossed off our names stands at the front of the bus. \u201cWelcome, everyone. We\u2019re excited to work on three different projects today. I\u2019ll let you know which group you\u2019re in and which drop-off point you\u2019ll be on. If one group finishes early, we\u2019ll have the bus bring them to one of the other spots to help and so on until we\u2019re done.\u201d<\/p>\n

Someone up front raises their hand and asks, \u201cHow long is the drive?\u201d \u201cForty-five minutes to an hour, depending on traffic.\u201d I take slow breaths, hoping to calm my mind so I\u2019m not actively counting down each second. Can I sit like this for that long? She goes through the list, and I\u2019m named on the third drop-off. I put in my earbuds and lean my head against the window. It doesn\u2019t help a ton, but enough that I can survive the trip.<\/p>\n

Forty-five minutes was to the first drop off, which helps at least make room on the bus. I scoot by my seatmate and take a bench up closer to the front, turning so I can stretch my legs out completely on the bench. Drop off two is another five minutes away, and the last stop is about ten more. The woman gets up and directs us as she has the previous groups. \u201cOkay, helpers, today we\u2019re going to be doing some spring cleaning for an older couple.\u201d<\/p>\n

I raise my eyebrows at the idea of spring cleaning. It makes me think of the crazy weekend my mom would set aside every few months to wipe down every visible surface. \u201cThe older man asked for this to be a birthday present for his wife, which is today.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve got a list of tasks, and a dumpster will come in a few minutes to drop stuff into.\u201d A dumpster? Does that mean they\u2019re hoarders? She divvies out the assignments, and I\u2019m tasked with using a chainsaw to trim the trees. At least I\u2019ll be outside. I spend the first couple of hours trimming, hoping to get more instructions on the ones that are completely dead. People get attached to interesting things, and I can\u2019t put a tree back together once it\u2019s been cut down.<\/p>\n

A car comes down the dusty road and turns into the long driveway.<\/p>\n

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Every move I tried to pull during my box lacrosse game seemed like I was moving through Jell-O, but that was mild compared to my serving shift at Vincenzo\u2019s Italian restaurant. I bumped into Joe while he was holding an entire tray of drinks, which spilled all over a table of customers.<\/p>\n

I still feel horrible about it. No one wants to come in for a nice meal and get a sticky shower. I blow out a breath as I take off my black shirt, setting it on the bathroom countertop. The five o\u2019clock shadow is more like a nine o\u2019clock beard, so I pick up my razor and start shaving.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m hoping this and a shower will leech all the memories from my mind. I hate not playing my best or serving my best, because then I question everything. I\u2019m a twenty-eight-year-old who plays professional lacrosse, but I have to supplement what I make from that with the tips I get from being a server. I share a house with three of my field lacrosse teammates and drive an old, rusty truck that\u2019s been with me since I got my license.<\/p>\n

Putting that all on paper makes me wonder. Should I quit playing lacrosse and get an actual job? I shudder even to think that. There\u2019s a number two at the beginning of my age, which means I can still play. Sure, some of the young guns are faster, but I\u2019ve got experience on my side.<\/p>\n

I hope that\u2019s enough for the upcoming outdoor season.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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