Ten.Two Thousand & Seventy-Eight
Last day.
I pack, and then I work.
Coffee from the Keurig. A bowl of cherries. Water, water, water.
She leaves first.
I text the group chat to let them know I’ve boarded my first leg. I thank them for including me. I needed every bit of it.
I turn on my phone. “You now depart at 12:42 a.m. Click here to book a new flight at no cost.”
I ask them if they can give me my bag. They say no. I don’t feel like fighting for it.
He’s having trouble closing out his drawer, and I think he’s also feeling bad for me. He pours me a very large glass of sauvignon blanc.
I sent it to the wrong address.
We’ll try this again tomorrow.