this morning #99.

this morning, the walls were closing in on her. luckily, this was just an idiom & she was not ultimately crushed by rogue drywall. sadly, it was still an idiom & she was still screwed. after losing her cool & losing her job, the wheels were now in motion. laying in her bed & hiding her head in the sand wouldn’t change that but the sun had already been up for four hours & she just wasn’t up for life yet. for years, her temper was a loaded assault rifle ready to spray where it may. this time, the innocent victims were a sad father & coddled teen daughter who kept her running around the store for an hour in their hunt for a new phone. “may we see your manager?” finally broke her. soon she’d be broke.