Wednesday, November 30, 2016

1,000. Private meetings

Cheryl didn't know - or didn't care - the difference between a private meeting and a not-private meeting.
She would memorize things people said long enough to get back to her typewriter.
Cigarette burning low in the ashtray beside her, she'd type people's words on index cards then affix them to the lamp post in front of the office using tape from the supply closet.
This was a long time before the Internet.