“We’ve only got help for a few hours,” Katie says as we enter the second day of move-in. “How long do you think it will take to finish this project?”
“I don’t know how long it will take,” I answer, exasperated. “I’ve never done it before!”
Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
“We’ve only got help for a few hours,” Katie says as we enter the second day of move-in. “How long do you think it will take to finish this project?”
“I don’t know how long it will take,” I answer, exasperated. “I’ve never done it before!”
“What’s it look like?” the woman in the bright orange Home Depot apron asks skeptically.
“It’s an iPhone with a green case,” I tell her. The desperation is almost gone from my voice because I know she’s got it, and even though it’s only been ten minutes since I put down my phone for some reason in the lumber aisle of this Home Depor, relief is flooding over me.
She goes behind the counter and retrieves a phone, which is of course mine, and I can feel my blood pressure drop.
The line to get in outside the Co-op is longer than I expected for a Monday at three in the afternoon (I later realized that the federal holiday probably had something to do with it), so I queued up and waited my turn.
When I finally got to the front of the line, I watched the sign reading “NEXT MEMBER” very carefully, but when it flashed for me to go in, the guy sitting at the member check in counter, visible from where I was standing on the sidewalk, put up his hand with a look of irritation, indicating I should continue to wait.
“It’s flashing,” the guy behind me said impatiently.
“Yeah, I saw, but he said wait,” I told him with a shrug, indicating the guy at the counter, and we both watched him intently until he waved me in.