I receive a text message. "Coffee sounds great. Let's meet. Do you like laid-back indie or sophisticated urban chic? I know this great place in the city..."
Work is chaotic and people are yelling at me from all corners. The phone rings. Another angry person on the other line.
How the hell did he get my number? What the hell, I'm tired. I must have posted my personal number on those other ads selling my crappy second hand furniture.
Undoubtedly, it was a ray of sunshine in an otherwise horrible day. My uniform was drenched in blood yet again and the boss from hell was yelling at me to go get changed or I'd scare people away. Death, death lingers and people cannot handle the stress, so they yell. The tough survive. They have loved ones waiting for them at home. I have Sibs and the cats.I stealthily text back: "Not free today until after 11pm. Terrible work roster. Hence the ad."
"Thalia! Get your lazy arse back in here! What do you think we are?"
I love my job and yet I hate it.
Another message: "That's fine. I'll meet you after midnight then. We'll go somewhere nice. Don't worry I'm harmless."
Thalia, stupid ignorant innocent Thalia. Otherwise known in elementary school as Dahlia, Malia, Tanya. Silly creatures of the air. Daughters of the wind, grounded and yet so wrong in their gullibility. She'd always trusted strangers. Where she came from, strangers were kind and understood that in a tired world, the comfort of a stranger in need was precious.
I replied: "Sure thing."
This prelude is taking a long time to write as the events occured many red glasses of wine ago. Bear with me.
