I’m rushing like crazy to drive him to his interview when he comes in with my English Breakfast tea. I smile, it’s just like him to be thinking of me on quite possibly the most important job interview of his lifetime. I take a polite sip of the tea before grabbing my keys and it spills out onto my blouse, making the fine pima cotton stained.
I feel panicked. I can’t drive him to the interview looking like a slob, and I can’t afford to ruin my expensive blouse, I splash water on it. I look at him and ask him if he thinks it would be very noticeable if I just put a cardigan on over it?
