Henry really hated this part of the job. It felt like he was his own executioner. How many times could he be expected to do this and remain sane?
The next few minutes marked the last bit of control he’d have until quitting time. Until then, he’d be at the mercy of their customers, both pleasant and not for ten hours.
He glanced at the clock and sighed.
Reaching out, he grasped the lock while wondering what was the worst that could happen if the lock stuck?
Sorry, folks. I can’t let you in. Peace.
Sighing, he opened the doors.