I led the last dog back to its crate. While I loved my job at the veterinary hospital today had been especially trying. We had four emergency cases in critical condition come in this afternoon so I had been going non-stop for close to six hours.
My phone rang from somewhere in the depths of my purse. I almost let it go, glad to finally leave the office, but my conscience reminded me that it could be an emergency. I flipped it open without bothering to check the caller ID.
“Hey, Kate, where are you? I’m standing out front but you didn’t answer the door.” My best friend Jen’s voice came through the speaker.
Shit. I was supposed to be going to the opera tonight with Jen. That’s what my brain had been trying repeatedly to remind me about today. I looked down at my blood stained clothes and cringed. I needed a shower and a change. It was twenty minutes home and a least twenty for the shower and wardrobe swap, then thirty or more to the event center. I was pretty sure it started at eight thirty, so I was going to be at least thirty minutes late.
“Kate? You there?”
“Yeah, sorry. I’m just leaving work.”
“Kate!” The whine in her voice came through perfectly.
“I know, I know. It’s been a crazy day. You go on, I’ll catch up. I should be less than half an hour late.”
Writing prompts: dog, opera, hospital