Polka Dots

I walked into the office, clutching my briefcase. There were exactly 4 papers and 4 pens inside. As I walked in, heads turned towards me- 7. That was good. A good number. "I’m here for the interview", I said to the receptionist. She was wearing a spotted blouse. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5... oops. I … Continue reading Polka Dots