A bad taste in her mouth
Amy had a bad taste in her mouth. It wasn’t from the mediocre spinach and artichoke dip getting cold in front of her as she picked at it. It certainly wasn’t from the third glass of Pinot Grigiot that she was nursing either. No, the wine was Amy’s attempt to wash away the unpleasantness that lingered in her mouth left by one of her arrogant coworkers. “Would you like another glass, Miss?” The bartender brought her back to reality as Amy was mumbling under her breath, going over the day’s events...