His alarm rang with a deafening shrill, jolting him awake.
What time was it?
More importantly, how many times had he snoozed that machine this morning?
He was going to be late. Again. And she wasn’t going to be happy about it. Not at all.
He got dressed at the speed of light, already dreading her wrath. If a woman’s anger really worsened with age, just as he’d heard, he really wouldn’t want to stick around too long!
While he was rushing with his routines, a few roads later, on the other side of town, she was tapping her nails incessantly on the table. She looked up as he arrived.
He – I am sorry.
She – Okay, let’s get this clear.
‘I am sorry’ has 3 aspects to it.
I know it’s my fault, I will not repeat it & how can I make things better?
Are you sure that you are sorry now?
He smiled, happy to hear her reciting the ‘Moral of the story’ he’d read to her last time. She was using it against him now!
No matter how much he loved this job, he had to admit that six year olds these days were getting way too sassy to handle. Luckily, he was just her babysitter and not the father!