Originally Posted by lemon

Sherman quickly wheeled towards the bright red phone booth, his coffee sloshing in his cup holder. The elderly man was yawning uncontrollably and was barely able to see where he was going. He had slept in apparently for quite a while, seeing as it was his lunch break. His excuse was going to be that he had gotten lost while finding the phone booth, seeing as he usually didn't come in that way. But for this to seem real, Sherman was forced to enter from the isolated phone booth. It was so lonely around here, he wouldn't be surprised if a pile of tumbleweed rolled across the street.

The crippled man was feeling quite nervous, though. He hadn't been late to work a single day before and, of course, this had to happen on the new Department Head's watch. Sherman's anxious feelings and lack of shut eye finally triggered his narcolepsy, sending the snoring old man's wheelchair rolling past the young lady on the bench and crashing into the phone booth.