Prompt and Circumstance

Her client had taken forever - now, the phone! Her boss! Cursing technology, she answers.

Having escaped the office, she impatiently taps the steering wheel while awaiting the grimy, gloved hand holding the sign Stop to complete its slow turn, granting her the freedom to pull past the road construction.

“‘Slow’,” she echoes the sign, looking at her watch. Five minutes!

She’d waited all week for this! Damn! A yellow light! Glancing around, she floors it.

With thirty seconds to spare, she smiles triumphantly at the receptionist, signing the appointment book with a flourish.

“Sherie? Honey, you’re not scheduled until tomorrow.”