“I’m sorry,
I’m so sorry,”
I hastened to say.
“I’m not angry with you;
I’m just tired of looking
here, there, and everywhere.
Please accept my apology.”
“Of course,”
she replied,
“I know how you feel.
They can be pretty upsetting,
can’t they?
Have a seat
and I’ll call
Human Resources
and see if they
can help you,
OK?”
What could I say?
At this point
I was about ready to give up.
“Sure,” I sighed
as I dropped into
a big leather chair.