I Ask

She's three miles of bad road.
- REM

They've grouped us according to some kind of logic that I still can't get. I'm grouped with Sharon. We're so busy running around in circles that when I finally get the time to talk to her I come off as rude, "So you're part of this distro list.... Why?"

She tells the Person-In-Charge about my manners and I'm kicked out. I hear them behind me, "I told you... She shouldn't have been asked... She's three miles of bad road."

"Why just three?" I ask.