she raised her voice

Quit yelling at me

                    Talk

Don’t tell me what to do.

                               she was obviously intent on being heard  unwilling to listento hear what he had to say

as he entered her office   Shut the door. Have a seat.  closed the door didnt sit   No thank you  he stood in front of her desk

I said . . have a seat.

No thank you  I prefer to stand

I want you to sit.

                  he told her that morningshe knew  his back was bothering him  sitting exacerbated itChrist office he used  there was an sitting/standing desk  a footstool

I said sit. like a good dog   no treats apparent

his refusal wasnt provocation

                                                 she hit the jets

 

Don’t tell me what to do.

Im not

        If you want to talk Ill talk you wanna yell Ill be back or you can find me when youre able to talk

Who do you think you are?

he stepped forwardthighs bumped the face of her desk

                                                           Who do you think youre talkin to

her bugeyed glare was priceless

                                    When you can talk

he stepped back gingerlyturned around  left her office

left her MANAGER door open

                               better than rolling up a newspaper cracking her on the snout

a title does not make one superior to another

1859,  Monday,  12  5. 25

1047,  Tuesday,  13  5. 25