this morning i had to be at work at seven. in order to let will sleep in i left him my keys and we agreed to go to lunch where i would retrieve them. long story short, i locked myself out without my wallet or phone with will in my apartment sleeping like a dead person. a newspaper lady finally let me in to get my stuff, but now i've got to grab a starbucks doubleshot from the 7 eleven and jump on the first bus i see. somewhere in the gold coast (the land of expensive condos and full time nannies), an old man tries for about five minutes to board the bus before the driver decides maybe he should pull up to a different spot to make it easier on him. this is when i remind myself that only a city person would be annoyed at the length of time it takes for an old man to do something. i took a deep breath and tried to be mindful, like the elementary school kids i read about in the new york times yesterday.
mindfulness. like meditation. i'll try that in my classroom someday. for now i'll use it on my own nutso self.
so, now i'm running a few minutes behind on the day they asked that i come in early to get ready for "corporate." right out of an episode of the office. before i know it, i'm contemplating trying to cross michigan ave during rush hour on a glaring don't walk sign.
and this, my friends, is how the city makes you crazy. thanks to the accumulation of some minor inconveniences, i found myself with a full plate and the balls to risk my life and play frogger on one of the busiest streets in the country. thankfully, i didn't go through with it. i waited through the eternal green light for my time to cross.
waiting shouldn't be such a thorn in our sides. even when we can't find roses in the concrete jungle, it's time to stop and smell something. homeless person poop, maybe. i'm sorry, i just ruined it.
it's friday. smell that.
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