by Laura Weston » Wed Oct 24, 2018 6:38 pm
The young woman was talking on the phone in the cafeteria line. She was attempting to keep it quiet, but the exasperation was beginning to get to her. "Yes, Trevor, I placed all of my documents in the share before I left, including the write-up for the festival. No, I don't know why they're not there now. It isn't my fault that you didn't check before I left." She scoots forward as the line moves, "Talk to IT. Maybe they have a back-up." The cafeteria worker glowers at her. "I have to go. I'm holding up the line." There's a muffled protest on the phone as she hits the End Call button and drops the phone in her pocket as she says something that sounds both French and profane. "Sorry about that," she says sheepishly to the worker, "I'll have..." She works her way through the line and then goes to look for a place to sit.
((Open))