In her shoes

The smoothie wasn’t smooth enough. Its fruity mixture didn’t taste right at all. She had ordered strawberry but it seemed more like kiwis. She got up to speak to the waiter, ready to direct all of her negative energy to him. She heard loud noises and stinging words coming out from the vicinity of her mouth. She saw the images of her terrible morning in the background. What she didn’t see was the young man’s face. His mouth was tightly drawn and his eyes were full of pain. When she finally looked at him, she saw herself standing there that morning – bearing another person’s angry rant.

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