I groaned, staring at the lock doors before me. Glancing at my watch, my phone, then at the hours posted on the door in quick succession.
I was too early.
How had I managed to be too early?
I had so much to do and this...this was a bad delay.
I glared at the doors. At my phone, at my watch. Betrayed.
The darkened windows seemed to laugh at me.
Of course, with how my life was going right now, it was only to be expected that nothing would go right the first time.
Exhaling, resisting the urge to kick the door. I returned to my car. To wait.
-Inspiration from interaction with a customer at work this morning.
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