Me neither, but I did get a hug at least. (Always a bridesmaid, never a bride.)
The FedEx guy--aka Sweet Thunder--was so relieved to see me, I learned, because the Temp drove him nuts in my absence.
Now keep in mind, unless we start up a conversation, my interaction with Sweet Thunder is less than three minutes a day. And yet this brief exchange with the Temp over two weeks was traumatic enough that Sweet Thunder needed to embrace me upon sight.
What did the Temp do to this poor man?
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment