"Come on, what are you waiting for," the voice boomed in my head as I watched the maintenance vehicle go by.
"Coming," I murmured feeling embarrassed and out of place. Lately I had questioned parts of our community wondering why they had to be that way. Noticing my best friend Ryan still looking at me I remembered the customary response. "I apologize for making you wait," I sullenly said.
"I accept your apology," he replied savoring the words but still without meaning. Instructors in school we had taught us precision of speech, but that didn't seem adequate training for a career. In on…
