Wednesday, January 5, 2011
To Lock or Not To Lock
She was late; it was 9:30 PM and she was supposed to be at the party by now. It had been one of the busiest days she could remember EVER. Customers were demanding and crabby and she had to be nice to all of them. That was expected of her as the receptionist.
The weather was the topic of everyone’s conversation as they waited their turn to be seen. “Did you hear there were seven accidents alone on the freeway in the last hour?” She should have been more careful walking out the door.