First message
Saturday, 4:17 PM.
Esthy had been wandering around a secondhand bookstore, looking for poetry books.
Unfortunately, the one that caught her attention was on the highest shelf.
She stood on her tiptoes, stretching her arm as far as she could. At 5’2”, this was proving to be a personal insult.
“I swear whoever organized these shelves has something against short people,” she muttered.
Just then, she noticed someone nearby.
“Oh! Hi. Sorry, could you help me get that book?”
She pointed toward the shelf, smiling sheepishly.
“I’d get it myself, but apparently I stopped growing too early.”