I always made sure I had a sheet of paper in my hand when I left the shop area. When my version of Rita would try to get in my way, I’d hold up the paper and say “busy”, then keep walking away from her. Most times, I was heading for the coffee maker. Sometimes, it was actual work.
She was a cousin of the owner and weird as all get out. They do take care of their family. At the very least, she’s now a hostess at one of his restaurants in Singapore or Hong Kong.
I was one of those people. My orders to the cube farm before I left on vacation was that I don’t exist for the next ten days and all the answers you will need are right in front of you.
Being a teenager in an AARP body ain’t all it’s cracked up to be.(As I look at my broken ankle in a cast)