She Sat Typing...

She sat in the chilly garage, kept warm by her hat, and scarf; her only barely thawed gloved fingers typing social media posts on her precariously perched laptop. She had hoped that the evening would be full of good natured ribbing and comments more hilarious out of context but she was heart sunk by the reality of banal procedural comments and budgetary bickering. Her only source of entertainment was typing messages about typing messages while bored with the lack of anything to message about.