Rizzle

It was almost time to go home. A wave of success and relief massaged my brain. Not because my email inbox was empty, but because I had made it past the lunch hour. I probably sound like a bulimic or anorexic who is sickened with anxiety when lunch time rolls around. But no, I’m trying to avoid going to lunch with a man who all I have in common is the company I work for. At least that’s all I know we have in common and frankly, I’d like to keep it that way.

For five long minutes during an unexpected fire alarm I was sweating bullets, praying to God to not let me run into him. Of course just like speaking over a cell phone, there was a slight delay in my prayer getting to God. There he was 15 feet away walking straight toward me. I quickly focused my eyes on the floor hoping I’d go unnoticed. At the last second I felt rude so I looked up, said “hi” and kept walking. It was obvious you know who wanted to keep talking, but my legs kept carrying me as if to say, “later loser”. This was my best attempt to discreetly show this man I’m not interested in chatting and certainly not interested in conversing over lunch.