All the factories were just closing, and it was now knocking-off time, as we called it. I sat at my desk when the big flute rang.
When the flute rang, it was a symbol of that we officially could leave the factory. I packed my stuff as fast as possible.
I knew I was late. I actually knew that I was very late, and she hated when I was late. I ran down of the stairs and out on the street.
I needed to catch that damned bus. Sadly, I came to late… The bus was already gone. I took my briefcase up in the hand and ran down the street. I needed to be quick if I would avoid being late.