Despite my nerves, I picked up the glass and filled it with water from the watercooler. Bringing it to my lips was “another story” because I couldn’t do it.
Instead, I turned to the lady behind me and asked her if she could tell me where a vending machine was located. “Vending machine?” She looked puzzled. “Please don’t tell me you are going for a soda!”
After an hour of Tai Chi I headed for the watercooler. The tray beside the water was stocked with environmentally friendly real glasses. Since I knew what the sink looked like in the back room of this place, using the supposedly clean glassware always made me a bit nervous. But . . .
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