What a Monday
On one afternoon around twelve fifteen P.M Two gentlemen and one woman are at the bus stop. The sun beaming on their backs and their necks as they await for the bus to sluggishly arrive. The first gentleman appears to be older or in his late thirties. He fashions an all blue dickie suit with a dickie suit logo drawn on the lower right hand side of his pants . He also sports a sliver name tag with the name Carl written in all black. His hair seemed to be black and at shoulder length. The second gentleman appears to look a tad bit younger, his eyes are low, and he is sporting a black Adidas shirt, wearing brown khakis shorts, with a green hat that has three letters in bold which read bob. Now noticeable by Henna who is now seating under the grey bus bench, where the sun cannot reach her or attack her with heat, Henna now reflecting on how horrible her day has begun. she had awaken un-eager, bothered, and late for work. In her hassle she unwillingly left behind her purse with her wallet inside. Sadly, she shook her head, and as she did so, she caught a glimpse of the man wearing the all blue dickie suit, now known as Carl. At least that’s what his nametag reads, thinks Henna. Henna now twirling her long burgundy hair, pondering on asking either Carl or Bob would they or could they help her with her problem and give her five dollars to get on the bus that still has not arrived. She gets up and walks over to Carl and starts talking to him, then a short while later Bob joins.
