Susan woke up with a stomach cramp but her suffocated cell phone was vibrating in her pocket, reminding her of her appointment at the nail saloon. "Crap..." Susan muttered as she struggled through her stomach cramp onto her foot. They felt instantly sore as her body weight piled onto them. Thank goodness her pants were still zipped, she did a quick tussle of her hair, pulled down her shirt and managed to look presentable. A few short seconds later and she was muscling her way down the highway to make it in time.
Usually she wouldn't be in such a rush but having missed her last two appointments her nails were over due for some touch ups; that and the owner of the shop was notorious for giving up appointments for late customers. She couldn't miss another, luckily she didn't have to, having arrived exactly 120 seconds before her appointment.
Susan grabbed a handful of the chocolates at the front desk and grabbed a magazine. She was soon called in and seated in the back next too...
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