I remained standing behind my counter. The evening drifted by slowly. I didn’t bother to look at the clock, since time was moving at its own pace, which was not quickly enough for me. Eleven at night was not going to come any sooner. Read more
“Why don’t you guys recycle those?” She asked condescendingly. Like I was supposed to know why corporate didn’t participate in a recycling program. I wasn’t on the board who made that call. Putting the boxes in the trash wasn’t really part of my job description anyway.