He opened the door; three, four, five times, then exited the building.
Arriving home, he pulled into the garage and made sure the tires were straight and aligned with the crack in the floor.
The brief case in his left hand, he laid his jacket over his left forearm. Then he felt the need to adjust it. Again. Again. Again. Again.
Entering the kitchen, his wife smiled, “How was your day, Honey?”
He sighed, “Long.” Then repeated in his head, “Long, long, long, long.”