My Short Short Story for the Day

I’m gonna be late for work again.  The third time this week.  Rick is gonna be so mad at me.  Oh, please don’t let him fire me.  Lacy hurried down the steps to her car, tossing her bag in the passenger seat and turning the key as she reached for her seatbelt.  She craned her head to the side checking the street and pulled out, shifted into drive and sped off to work.  It was another typical day for her.  Alarm didn’t go off so she overslept only waking because the neighbor decided to pull his leaf blower out at 7am.  She had time for a quick shower and only one cup of coffee before rushing out the door.  Why did this always happen to her?  Why was she never able to get anywhere on time?  She didn’t purposely try to be late; it just always seemed to turn out that way.  She had promised herself over and over that she would try harder but inevitably something would happen and she’d end up late.  She pulled into a parking spot and hopped out of the car, locking the door before running to the shop.  The bell jingled announcing her arrival and she stopped abruptly as the door swung shut behind her.  The smell hit her first and almost instantly she puked.  It was enough of a jolt to make her stagger backwards out of the shop and stumble into the parking lot never once looking away from the scene.