Being Grateful For The Little Things Still Gets You Walked Over; Musings From The Tram

Day 149 of The Andie Chronicles

“It’s Michelle, isn’t it?”

I was taking a stab in the dark at the name of this raven-haired woman, leaning on one stiletto heel by the photocopier.

I only took the guess because her face looked almost like the email avatar belonging to 'Michelle'.

She was vigorously flicking through a fabric sample book, similar to the ones in my office. Yet hers seemed a …