The thoughts of an introvert

"Stanley. We're waiting." The stern voice came from downstairs where my wife stood. One hand holding a birthday cake for me, the other resting on her hip, one finger impatiently tapping. All around her were my "friends" from the office.

Yes. Even my boss, Churchill was standing there. Always on the lookout for a flaw in one of his employees, he couldn't have looked more overjoyed to find one. His star employee was an introvert! Well! I certainly wouldn't be nominated for anymore employee of the month awards!

I pulled the door shut again, sweat beaded on my forehead. My worst fear -conversation- was lurking just below me!