“Then move over.”
“I can’t move any farther.”
He shrugged.
A minute later, he leaned into me again.
This time, there was no way it was accidental.
“Then move over.”
***
I work at a busy reception desk.
My job involves answering phones, handling appointments, and dealing with people who believe shouting makes the line move faster.
Usually, I’m good at keeping my cool.
I work at a busy reception desk.
Unfortunately, I’m also good at apologizing when someone else is rude.
Mom has been trying to break me of that habit for years.
“Gabby, you can be kind without letting people walk all over you,” she’d told me the previous weekend.
“Mom, I handle difficult people every day.”
“Gabby, you can be kind without letting people walk all over you.”
“Then stop apologizing to them for having a bad day.”
I’d laughed.
