Oct 26, 2015 18:20
*click click click*
"Okay...name...Christo...pher...last name...Poole. Huh."
Why does everything at work have to do with Alan?
*click click click*
"Please enter zip code...uhh...61820...hey, that's in Illinois. I wonder how far from Alton it is."
Every day I half-expect to see Alan's address pop up on my computer. I process tax credits for people from Illinois, I listen to my coworkers make calls on applicants; even seeing the number 27 makes me stop and think, even if just for a fleeting second.
"I dunno, he said he went to Carbondale High School but there's like five of those in the country."
Ugh, when am I going to stop thinking about Alan?