That was me.
The person responsible for that did the only smart thing that day by staying in the car when he finally showed up 45 minutes late for a big assignment. If he'd gotten out, you could've visited him today in the casualty ward of Sabah hospital, with a rusty garden rake sticking out of his skull.
When everything was finally ready to roll, I was still shaking with anger. I took my Mary Poppins bag and went into the bathroom to freshen up. When I was done, I realized I hadn't carried any of my perfume. All I had with me was Le Garçon's Polo Black that he had left with me. I took it out and sprayed on just the tiniest bit, aware that it was very strong and masculine.
And as his fragrance wafted up to my nose and I took a deep breath, for the first time that evening, I smiled. Everything was going to be alright.