Trisha's Bad Day
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2012
Trisha looked to her clock. It was time to get to the cafe. However she was far away from the cafe. She began to sweat as she began to wipe her brow. She winced as she felt her heartbeat shudder, and then she began to lose it.
“What am I to do? There's traffic for miles!” she argued as she began to glare at the scene ahead.
Trisha began to beat her feet as she waited for a gap to cross the road. Time passed as the traffic turned into a jam. She then began to sweat.
“Hurry up go!” Trisha pouted - however her phone rang and she picked it up. “Hello?” muttered Trisha as she glared at the phone.
“Hi Trisha this is Greg;” muttered her boss.
“Hi Greg;” muttered Trisha. “Sorry, traffic jam's stopping me from getting to work!” commented Trisha.
“I understand;” muttered Greg. “You go home and not worry about work. I no longer need you working at the cafe;” he muttered.
“Oh?” muttered Trisha in retort. “Are you sure?” she asked.