Joe sauntered up and nodded at the receptionist, a perfunctory greeting.
“How’s it going?”
“Really bad,” she said. “The worst ever”
“What’s the matter?” He was starting to worry he might hear more than he wanted.
“All the way to work this morning I kept wanting to drive off the road into a tree. I can’t take it anymore.”
Hmm, too much information, he thought, but what should he do now?
“I thought you’d put the divorce behind you,” he said.
“It’s age. I look in the mirror every morning and realize I’ll never see sixty again.”
“How’s it going?”
“Really bad,” she said. “The worst ever”
“What’s the matter?” He was starting to worry he might hear more than he wanted.
“All the way to work this morning I kept wanting to drive off the road into a tree. I can’t take it anymore.”
Hmm, too much information, he thought, but what should he do now?
“I thought you’d put the divorce behind you,” he said.
“It’s age. I look in the mirror every morning and realize I’ll never see sixty again.”
