My Unforgettable Cafeteria Memory
It was mid-January, an extreme winter month, and the clock had struck 12. I rubbed...
It was mid-January, an extreme winter month, and the clock had struck 12. I rubbed both my hands, took a deep breath, and jerked myself out of the office, hardly expecting a dense fog waiting to embrace me.
The morning was sunny, but suddenly the weather had something else in…