Anna groped awkwardly at the myriad of small items spraying from of her purse. She had been meaning to clear out some of the debris but just hadn’t gotten around to it. The entire intestinal tract of her bag was now spilling across the bathroom floor like skittles, knocked from its perch on the counter by her elbow as she had turned to pull paper towel from the wall dispenser. Surprised and dripping water she wiped her hands quickly down her pant legs, huffed a few dark, stray hairs from her face and bent to collect her things. This day was feeling too long already and it was only just past the lunch hour.