An amazing thing happened a few days ago.
I was enjoying my lunch in the break room of the retail store I help to manage when one of my colleagues came rushing into the room.
“Erika!” he exclaimed, “Come here! Now!”
I was annoyed because I was on my break and protested the entire way to the sales floor.
“Look,” he said gesturing toward a corner of the floor.
I looked and saw an admittedly cute blonde French bulldog, but only responded, “Cute dog.”
“No,” he persisted. “Look.” He cocked his head sharply and again looked toward the corner.