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The Stupid Writer
A tough day at the office
There was a small storage room and restroom attached to Paula Hollingsworth’s office. That is where she spent the ten minutes she had between clients. Sometimes she would use the restroom facility. Sometimes she would grab a bite to eat or do some stretching (sitting at a desk all day is not exactly healthy). But the one thing she always did during her precious ten minutes was smoke a cigarette.
Noticing a small clock atop one of the filing cabinets, Paula realized that her break was over. Tamping out her cigarette in an ashtray, she then popped a Tic Tac and sprayed the storage room liberally with a can of air freshener. Returning to her office she took a deep breath then pushed the intercom button on her phone, “Lilly, please send in my next client.”
An elderly man entered her office. He had long scraggly gray hair, a salt and pepper beard and one side of his wire frame glasses appeared to be held together with white tape.
“Please have a seat.” Paula looked at her date book, “So you are Eduardo Laughinghorse?”
“Yes I am.”
“Welcome and thank you for choosing my consulting service. So what’s your story?”
“My story?”
