It was Friday evening, and Sam's day out at the vocational institute had been long and tiring. He'd been out with his team for their first round of practicals and it felt like they'd worked on all the bad furnitures of Massachusetts that day. Their last job had been particular stressful, an emergency call to fix a long towering shelf owned by a stingy baker. The wood had cut in two, wrecking damage on the confections displayed for sale on it and the entire floor was soiled with slippery icing and puddles of chocolate syrup which meant they needed to get the job done fast to enable the baker clean up and close on time.
They had all dispersed, some lucky enough to catch the five-thirty bus. But Sam missed it so he ended up waiting an extra thirty minutes for the six o'clock bus to drive by.
