The woman glares at me, like a foul smell has got under her
nose, her look of disgust matching my bewilderment.
I grab the ringing phone. "But I turned it
off...." my voice trails away as I realise that I’ve neglected again to switch
it off properly.
“Dammit,” I whisper, embarrassed, then look up. “Sorry, my mistake.”
Silent, she raises her hand as the light begins to glow red.
Her scorn has barely faded, but her voice affects a veneer of friendly approachability
as she starts to address her audience.
“Good morning, and welcome
to the show. My guest today…”
See more entries into the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups over at Julia's Place.
