Her cell phone was glued to her ear when I first noticed her.
“I don’t know what to do! . . . Find out! . . . Call someone! . . .”
Finally, she gave up with a sigh, “Do the best you can. I’ll be back in the office on Friday.”
I wasn’t eavesdropping. She was no more than five feet away. And everyone within fifty feet heard her.
We were stranded in a sea of divorce lawyers. I didn’t count them, but there were at least five hundred of us outside that meeting room. Maybe more. The lobby was clearly designed for no more than three hundred. Oxygen was sparse. Good cheer even sparser. We were plowing through day three of a four day seminar and we all needed coffee at the mid-morning break.