“We’re running a bit late this morning, aren’t we?” Susan pointed to the clock on her desk. It was nine-fifteen. “We didn’t think we’d see you today!” Susan was one of those people who said “we” when they really meant “I”. It was her gentle way of being a troublemaker. What she meant to say was, “You’re late!! You’re a bad girl, and I’m going to tell everyone!!!”. “Oh no,” Hope replied with a forced smile, “You can’t get rid of me that easily!”
These interactions into adulthood make me wanna puke..... like please, we don't need to make small talk like this. I'm late. The world keeps turning LOL.
