Becky’s got somewhere to be.

Something to do.
And not nearly enough time to do it.

Her calendar is full.
Her coffee is getting cold.
And she’s already running late.

Every day… she’s brusslin’.

It never slows down.

First it is one errand.

Then another.

Then suddenly… everything is happening at once.

The bus is coming.

The bags are heavy.

The day is already running away.