saved from school, then noticed the way she rubbed one wrist while opening the menu.
“Long day?”
She exhaled.
“Yes.”
“Do you want the short version of mine first, or would you rather complain?”
Her smile changed.
“Complain.”
So she did.
A late delivery. A coworker out sick. A customer who had insisted a sale sign meant something it plainly did not, then accused her of inventing store policy because she enjoyed disappointing people.
I listened.
Once or twice, I wanted to offer a solution. There was no useful solution
