"Late...I'm gonna be late again" Amber thought as she sped down the interstate in her classic Vette. "This makes for three days in a row. My boss is going to fire me, I just know it." The hot California breeze touseled her cinnamon-colored hair as she slowed to a stop at the end of the exit ramp. Two blocks from her building, it hit her that she already had a headache from a major caffeine deficiency, Amber decided to make a pit stop at Starbucks. "Grande Hazlenut capp, no whip" she rattled off to the pudgy woman standing behind the counter. Her dishevled appearance made it obvious that it had been a fast paced morning in the cramped coffee shop. Walking briskly back to her shiny red convertible with the steaming java, Amber swore to herself that from now on she would set her alarm clock before falling asleep on the couch from sheer exhaustion.
By the time she pulled into the parking lot it was completely full, forcing her to park in the overflow lot. Amber looked down at her brand new stiletto heels. All she could do was shake her head. "Father, I just don't have time for this. Boy, when it rains, it sure does pour" she prayed aloud as she walked across two rather large parking lots. She was still in heavy conversation with the Most High when she bumped into the UPS man. He looked at her quizzically as he asked, "Mornin' ma'am. Can I get the door for you?" At this point Amber could feel a small blister forming on her little toe, "Please and thank you." She smiled the warmest smile she could muster and entered the air conditioned lobby.
Okay, I'm out. I don't know if this is the kind of story you were talking about, Jessie. If it's not, then scratch it and start all over. Really, I won't mind.
By the time she pulled into the parking lot it was completely full, forcing her to park in the overflow lot. Amber looked down at her brand new stiletto heels. All she could do was shake her head. "Father, I just don't have time for this. Boy, when it rains, it sure does pour" she prayed aloud as she walked across two rather large parking lots. She was still in heavy conversation with the Most High when she bumped into the UPS man. He looked at her quizzically as he asked, "Mornin' ma'am. Can I get the door for you?" At this point Amber could feel a small blister forming on her little toe, "Please and thank you." She smiled the warmest smile she could muster and entered the air conditioned lobby.
Okay, I'm out. I don't know if this is the kind of story you were talking about, Jessie. If it's not, then scratch it and start all over. Really, I won't mind.