Rubbish

Her friend often said that men who played the cello were sexy. She replied that this generalization could be applied to all violins or string instruments, and she firmly believed that statement.
It was embarrassing, but she still enjoyed remembering the evening she ushered at the play. It was an important event-- crazy alumni who paid 250+ for center seats meant the department had to dress it up a bit. The house manager had a box full of old theatre costume pieces: hats, gloves, vests, scarves... all to snazz up the drab black usher uniforms. The supervisor, a funny woman the entire department adored, handed her a big black top hat with a sparkling silver band over the brim. "Put it on," her supervisor demanded. "If I have to wear one, so do you!" She put the hat on, laughing at every one's gleeful expressions and silly remarks. That's when he walked by, violin and music stand in hand... perfect timing, she thought, and she knew her face had taken on a pinker hue. What boggled her more was that her manager assigned her to door 2, right outside of the little string quartet. He sat almost directly across from her, where she stood feverishly steering her mind towards the job at hand. Still, she couldn't help staring... watching them play. If only she could just sit and listen and not deal with rich, crabby jackasses demanding her attention. The music was beautiful, even if it was meant for the said asses and not for her. She wanted to kick that jerk in the face when he goaded her for spacing out. Let me hear the music, dammit! She clenched her teeth. Then the manager signaled for the house to close and the play to begin. The violinists were gone. She yanked the stupid carpeted doors shut and stomped down the hall.
Why was fate constantly landing her in his presence without allowing her a reason or opportunity for introduction? She would settle for anything, which was pathetic in every meaning of the word. In fact, her picture accompanied its definition in the 2006 edition of the Merriam-Webster pocket dictionary. How is that for an applied example?
Well, she was definitely giving herself all four hours of the shift on her time card. Ha.
Dammit.