Wednesday June 1, 2016
Overheard at Starbucks
“How are you doing this morning, Lisbeth?” Roger asks. I want to grab him by his ears and drag him out to the curb and kick him in the stomach. “Great, Roger! Feeling great!” I say. “Mondays are the best, eh?” He smiles and I see that he’s had his teeth re-capped. I try not to grimace. “What will you be working on today?” Roger’s eyes are an icy blue, like a stick of Trident gum, from when we were kids. “Working my way through the list from yesterday, Roger,” I gulp back coffee. “My little worker bee…” He strides into his office, looking back once and winking.