“Wet paint” The hand written note announced blandly in wiggling pen strokes. “Crap” Jody thought looking down the narrow hall and then down at her black dress pants and shirt. She had a presentation upstairs in 10 minutes and she needed to pee.
She had planned to pass the restroom on this, slightly longer, route to the presentation room, but she hadn’t counted on this hallway being an obstacle. She didn’t have time to back track to the other staircase, maneuver the upstairs hallways where she could be stopped by anyone or the phone, and come down the stairs by the bathrooms. And she couldn’t hold it till after the meeting either.
She resolved: forward. Jody put her bag of presentation materials in front of her and mentally squished her body. Making sure that none of her clothes fluttered out she started precariously down the hallway. They were remodeling this section of the downstairs office space in preparation for an expansion in products and employees. If her presentation went well there would be a nearly 50% increase in sales from this single client.
Jody turned the last corner to the bathrooms and nearly swore aloud. There in front of the women’s bathroom was a man in white overalls just putting the finishing touches on his painting job of the bathroom doors.
I feel a little bad leaving her there without resolution. This was inspired by some real work being done on the building I work in.