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Passing Ships
Another boring out-of-town stay at a boring hotel, or so he thought.
It was just another out-of-town trip and just another hotel room. I had just returned from reviewing my area, and now I was making reports on my computer.
“Great,” I said as I heard the door slam from the room beside mine.
I hoped I would get lucky and no one would get the room next to mine. Instantly I heard loud talking. It was a woman. She was talking nice and sweet, probably to her kids over the phone.
The world was slowly getting back to normal. During the pandemic, I spent most of my time working from home. Now that most of it was over, I was back on the road, which was good.
Most of the stores had gone so long without someone visiting that they had gone away from the corporate ideas and plans. It was like the wild west.
The sweet talk turned to shouting as I was sure the husband was on the phone now.
“Yup,” I nodded as I heard the usual conversation. I used to have the same talks with my now ex-wife.
‘Why did I have to be out of town so often?’ ‘Why couldn’t someone else do it?” ‘Why does it have to be so far?’ ‘When are you coming home?’
