Tuesday, December 20, 2011

One for the Angels

It started on a Friday, I remember that. It was a Friday tradition that my coworker and I had: every Friday we would sing the Rebecca Black song as badly as we could. I remember singing it with her and then she asked me for the key to the restroom. She had lost hers somewhere and she needed to go before we left. So I lent her my key.

That was probably the first sign. A lost key. I should have seen it, but I didn't know. Not then.

Five minutes passed, then ten. As five o'clock approached and then passed, my supervisor asked when I was leaving. I said I was just waiting for Megan, my coworker.

And he said, "Who?"

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