By Latika M
Awkward
Anna was avoided unanimously in the little office in the big smoke. Punctual
herself, she pointed out to anyone who blamed traffic for their late arrival that
they surely didn’t travel farther than she (two hours from her parents’ Blue
Mountains’ residence), as she sipped her loose leaf liquorice tea. She corrected
co-workers’ pronunciation and grammar. She rolled her eyes at the use of
‘youse’. She silenced lunchroom conversations; interrupting people mid-sentence:
“It’s called a blind pimple, not an
in-grown pimple…” So it came as no
surprise that they all rejoiced when she resigned to pursue her online tea cosy
business.
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