Category: Nicole Hamlett

Swinging the door open, I took a sip. All of the coffee in the world wouldn’t help if more visitors showed up at my door this early in the morning but the caffeine fortification was a bonus. The delivery guy pushed his clipboard at me. I held up my cup and raided my eyebrows.We had an entire conversation in the next seven seconds with our eyes and eyebrows.I told him that I wasn’t giving up my coffee for his delivery. He told me that if I’d just sign on the damned dotted line he would get the hell out of here.I replied in turn that if he’d hold the clipboard instead of shoving it at me (I threw in a nod here for good measure), I’d sign the damned line.He finally sighed, turned the clipboard around and held the pen out.I braced the door with my hip, grabbed the pen and scrawled Wilma Flinstone on the paper.

Did I say stab of Self Pity? No, I was trekking through the Swamp of Self Pity at this point, waist deep in my own stinking shit.