It started off with a 5 am phone call from her boss that included screaming, panic, and acrimony. From there it went to burnt toast eaten while literally hopping out the door, coffee spilled on a cashmere skirt, a dead car battery, a taxi driver who took the long way and demanded twice the normal fare, and smeared lipstick applied while moving. The waterlogged inventory didn’t help. Nor did the attitude of the fire department. Panicked customers threatened to switch providers. More screaming and acrimony was interrupted by a call from the school system involving fever and vomiting. When the heel broke, all Betsy could do was pitch it. Some days are just like that.
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Photo credit: C.E. Ayr
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