Crowded with Stupid
A “we are screwed” story
I’m working for a client on Sunday morning. The parking lot is empty except for a few company cars that are always present.
I’m getting ready to leave when an unfamiliar white car parks next to mine. As I leave the office, a woman rolls down the driver’s side window. I recognize her. She cleans the office and I once considered her “almost family” — back in my…