“How was your day?”
“Fine. I guess.” I took a deep breath. “I quit my job.”
“What?! Why?”
“I don’t know.” I really didn’t. “It was just…boring?” I plopped into the Lazy-boy and started pulling papers out of the trash can. Ads. Cable TV. Cash for gold. Artificial grass.
“Really?” Scoffing. “An ambulance isn’t exciting enough?”
I pulled out a yogurt cup. Raspberry.
“I don’t know….” Sigh.
Used Q-tips.
“So what are you gonna do now?”
Pepsi bottle.
“Start a life of crime?”
A utility bill. Ah. Name and account number.
Sheesh, this ’Linda Sturgis’ is boring as sin.
