A pause.
Then louder, “What do you mean it’s still down?”
The cashier slowed down slightly. The woman behind me stopped pretending not to listen.
“Didn’t I already tell you to get someone to patch it? I need that line running immediately!”
Pause.
His voice dropped into a low growl. “What do you mean they can’t fix it?”
Whatever he heard hit hard.
He rubbed his forehead. “I don’t understand why this is so difficult. No! We can’t risk contamination. The losses would be huge, and we’ve already lost enough money.”
He listened a few seconds more, then said, “Call whoever you need to call. I don’t care what it costs. Just get it handled.”
He hung up and stood there, staring into nothing.
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