Mach III Debbie

Debbie is a woman in my office who exists in a state of perpetual motion. I have never seen her sit or stand still for even a moment. I can't imagine what it must be like for her to pee.

Debbie is courteous to a fault. At around eight thirty every morning she speed walks past my cubicle, and like a paper boy slinging the early edition onto a drive way, she says, "'Mornin' Peter"...and she's gone.

I think of Debbie as an abstract sequence of events: a very polite smear of beige colered light in the corner of my eye; a dopplerized salutation; finishing with a gentle gust of wind that cools my morning coffee.