tools he would likely need, he heard voices coming through the vent, from the restroom outside of the hfc credit office - a concession, which was why the store had, so far, been able to remain in business.
"WHAT THE F*, CARLA!"
Max dropped his phillips, the young woman's shrill had startled him.
"Sshhh." carla, cautioned, then continued. Something about her voice, very calm - too calm.
Max continued on the task at hand. The filter...any wonder the heat wasn't coming out. He wiped his sooty hands on his trousers.
"Bull spit," the young woman's voice was some quieter, but not by much. "...they had no right, it was a private conversation, and ...."
"And, in a public place," carla interjected.
"Come on, carla..."
Max didn't catch the name, nor the situation, but he knew enough to know where this all was going. Yeah, leaving everyone sooty, that's where. He blew his nose.
"...hasn't a sexist bone in her body, what th.." the f-bomb went off again.
ms. calm carla continued...didn't take a psychiatrist to conclude, the older was enjoying upsetting the younger, and then chiding her for being, understandably, upset. Max didn't know the details. He didn't have to. He'd heard it all before. Snippets whispered from the next groceryaisle; murmured among two or three waiting in line over at the grab-n-go; and the random individual half-hiding in a corner while talking on a cell.
His task was done. Checking around to see that he didn't leave anything, he heard the distinct clack of a pair of a certain brand of high-end pumps, followed by the soft thud of the restroom door closing. As he began to leave, from inside the restroom, he heard sniffling, and then water being run.
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