She Didn’t Sit Down
She didn’t take her coat off. She didn’t even sit down or turn on her computer. The red message light on her phone was blinking, but she completely ignored it.
She had waited in the drive-thru for her coffee, smiled at the same girl, who every morning just couldn’t seem to get her order right. The girl wasn’t stupid, just incompetent or perhaps overwhelmed.
She sipped that coffee while she endured the traffic; miles and miles of endless cars, all headed in the same direction. And she often wondered why. Why, why didn’t traffic move any faster than it did? Everyone was going to the same place they had gone to the day before. She assumed that they knew the way; knew which exit was theirs, but clearly, that was a false assumption.
As always she parked in the same row, the same space. She walked through the glass doors and smiled at the same security guy. Well, this morning it was a woman, but she worked for the same company.
She got to her desk and looked around at the same co-workers. They were dressed differently, but they were the same people and she asked herself, why? Why was she here?
Hadn’t she left her warm bed, the warm blanket, the warm body of the man she loved? The same man that had touched her in a way that would have made things considerably hotter, had she not denied him. Hadn’t he tried and tried, and she rebuffed and rebuffed, refusing to be late?
For what?
For this?
She got out of her warm bed to have her coffee order made wrong, to sit in traffic, to park in the same space, come to the same desk and share the day with the same co-workers.
So she didn’t sit down. And she didn’t take off her coat.
Her co-workers asked if she was alright. But she simply smiled and picked up her purse and said, “Yes, I’m fine, but I meant to be late this morning.”
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