Ifound Ryan the mechanic slumped over his workstation and I felt a sharp stab of concern. We’ve developed a friendly banter over the years even though I only see him when I get my oil changed.
“Are you okay?” I asked in a friendly tone. “You look tired.”
“I had an awful night,” he snapped.
Fearing I’d overstepped, I retreated to the waiting room. “An awful night” could mean a lot of things. My mind raced through a series of possibilities. Was it a fight with his spouse? Was a family member sick? Had somebody gotten into an accident?