"Yes, I know. I know. I... Madam......please... Madam..."Oh fine... just walk off like an idiot then..." Good evening sir, can I help?"
She never really knew why she decided to work here. The loudest place, the fastest, the busiest. People everywhere! Perhaps that had been the attraction - so much movement, so much distraction from the rest of her life.
"...no sir, that would be gate B. Yes, I really do appreciate that your plane leaves in 3 minutes but my information says that... Yes but... Sir, please, I..." Just be quiet and listen you old moth-eaten maniac! "Sir, if your going to be offensive I'll have to...I'll really have to call my supervi... Sir, come back!" Good riddance, you loony!
A constant stream of life. Not all of it pleasant, mind, but there were worst jobs, she supposed.
"...no sir, I'm sorry, gasoline does count as a hazardous substance... Yes I do understand your wife needs a lawnmower, but..."
Every so often she would blink. For a small instance of time it would be just her on her own. A comforting darkness, that, while fleeting, reminded her of her little place outside, waiting for when she could escape to that place and run to it.
