Shelly tore out of the house, she was running late. Fastening her coat as she ran down the road she could see her bus approaching. Narrowly avoiding being hit by her neighbour’s car, she gave him the finger and kept running. She didn’t know him, it was quicker than stopping to apologise.
Later that afternoon, Shelly sat nervously waiting for the interview, she desperately wanted this new job and hoped to give a good impression.
“Mr Miller will see you now.” the secretary said.
The door opened and the smile instantly dropped from her face; it was her neighbour.