Dear Prospects

"I cried about the minutes I was losing to this hell, a handful of meaningless but ever-so important minutes I would never get back.

Then I tried to screech for help.

Just screeching, even rambling, because I couldn't get a word out. I was sobbing as loud as I could to call for anyone, just anyone, who could be there somehow. I thought Isidor would come, and he did!

But he did nothing."