I just breezed through the lobby and noticed a grumpy-looking resident.
"Good morning, Virginia!" says I.
Virginia responds with a short gutteral sound.
"What's wrong?" I query.
"My ride is three minutes late. She was supposed to be here at 9:10, and it's 9:13." She taps her watch. Looks completely put out.
"Isn't this her driving in now?" I ask.
"Yes, but that is so unlike her to be late. I've been waiting. I wonder why she is late. It's 9:13!" This woman is completely agitated.
I could say several things, but...Seriously!?! Three freaking minutes? And, yes, this is enough to have ruined Virginia's entire day. Wow.
