TENAnaya left Wendy’s office and went straight to one of her favorite restaurants for lunch. She scrolled though i********: and fumed over what she could have said to Wendy. Ten things sprang to mind, nine of which would have cost her job, but how sweet they would have felt rolling off of her tongue. She switched to email and thumbed through message after message about cantankerous citizens, rising pension obligations, Sanctuary City resolutions, and something about gender-neutral restrooms.
She switched back to i********:; she had put out enough fires for one day. She politely declined a follow request from a gentleman with a white beard. Not today, boo.
“Hey, little lady.”
She looked up. Instead of plotting verbal revenge on Wendy, Anaya should have been mentally preparing for this mo
