this morning #2057.

this morning, by the time she’d found a place to park, she was already a few minutes late to the meeting & still four blocks away. of course there was traffic. today of all days. she hurried down the sidewalk. heels in her hand. stockings in direct contact with concrete. fifteen minutes late when she arrived at the building. in the twenty seconds it took for the elevator to get to the thirty-third floor, she tried to compose herself. repeated the phrase “sorry i’m late” right up until the doors opened up & she stepped into the reception area with a smile. immediately: “oh good. you’re here. they’re waiting for you in room #2.” by the tone the receptionist used, she could already tell that this was going to be fruitless.