It was my boss

What a crisp, bright morning today was.

I decided to wear a bright red skirt and satin white shirt to work.

Tic-tack my heels running on the street;

I wave my hands for a taxi.

My phone rings, just then a speeding car stops in front of the taxi.

Jerk! I say in a loud voice as I answer the phone call.

Ooops! It was my boss on the other line.