“I want it, Mummy! Please…please…pleeeeze!”
I pretended that I couldn’t see or hear the little boy sitting across from me in his mother’s lap, squirming and begging to be set free. He’d already broken the child safety harness that was supposed to rein him in. As the plastic toy football sailed past my head yet a third time, I turned up the volume of my MP3 player and tried not to glare at him.
Now, where was that magazine I’d picked up at the airport? I’d better not have lost it. The thing might have cost me three times the regular news stand price. Where do they get off charging that much for a magazine? For that kinda money, the pages had better be edged in gold.
Maybe they were. That article about the rise of black women in the business world looked interesting. I could use some extra pointers to help me get ahead. Recent college graduate, dewy-eyed intern. I felt like I had a FRESH MEAT sign on my back for all the employees at the consulting firm to take advantage of.