Cassie-b

If she could only hear herself

I met one of the lunchroom ladies in the hall at work this morning. 

She told me (joking, I think) that she wanted to go home – ‘cause all the people in the kitchen were fighting and she couldn’t stand the noise. 

I walked away, and as she went onto the loading dock, she said in a voice that could be heard from a

You gotta love it!