“Arrggh!” Charlene screeched, “Why is it Monday again?” she said, complaining.
Andy chuckled, hearing the woman driving next to her complain about the Monday again. It was true; she hated Mondays as well, who doesn’t. Monday meant going back to work. It was like shutting your forty-eight hours’ freedom. It’s the end of life and the beginning of the next one.
“Stop being grumpy about today. You still won't know what will happen all day,” Andy said, sneering. No one promised tomorrow, and Andy knew that. With all the overwhelming dilemma in her mind, she couldn’t care less whatever the day it was now.
“Yeah, yeah,” Charlene said, eye-rolling
Andy smiled, checking the smudge of lipsticks on her lips from the car’s rearview mirror. “Whatever, just drive safely,” she
