Helen mulled it over. Not a decision she wanted to make, but one she had to. She tapped the buzzer and waited for the service rep to arrive. Curse this hardware store for keeping everything valuable behind glass.
Minutes later he sauntered down the aisle. Broad shoulders, handsome face. She sensed his arrogance and knew he’d pull out some random power drill and give a presentation as if speaking to a three-year-old.
So she beat him to the punch.
“How about your number?” she smiled while his face turned crimson.
Now let’s see him try and demo that Milwaukee M18.
The Weekday One Hundred 