I Just Want Her To Leave

Husband asked me to interview new secretary. I was reluctant. Did not want to, but for some reason did. She was young, nervous, shaking. I sat in his chair. Tried to look executive like. Asked her two questions. Leaned back too hard in his office chair. Bam! Back and head hit the floor. Feet in the air with my dress on. Face is orange, but I am being prissy. Crawl off chair. Stand. Her face is pinkest of pinks. Neither of us say a thing about it. Upright chair. Am more careful now. I can feel my inflamed cheeks twitching. “You are hired,” I tell her, Not realizing she can only type eight words a day. Within a month We became crazy friends Laughing hysterical about the stupid chair And my legs in the air.