Winter Wonderland
Today was a day like no other. I woke up early. Real early. 07:08, in fact. I had a traditional Chinese breakfast: Porridge with veggies, a fried egg, and the fixin's. I took my time, not knowing if I get to stay or leave Chicago.
A call came. It went almost like this: Your mission, should you accept it, is to leave for Cleveland as soon as possible and complete the project you started last month. Sigh. I kept on bugging this client to schedule the final trip to conclude the work, and all I got was static. Till this morning, of course.
A quick shower ensued, followed by jumping into my car with destination Midway in mind. A last minute flight plan for 10:25, and I was just leaving my garage at 09:17. The garage door pulled open, and some dumb ass just pulled into the driveway of my condo's garage. He shut off his engine and got out of his car right in front of my very own eyes. And there was another car needing to leave behind me too. I honked, and this guy gave me the index finger, telling me to wait a second.
Mind you, the sidewalk was completely open with no parked cars, and he totally ignored me. He took six minutes to do his thing and remove his car. A few choice words were dished out, something like, "What was that for? Why couldn't you just use the sidewalk? Are you stupid or something?"
But unlike other times similar to this, I drove like I had three hours of time. I slowly navigated my way through Lake Shore Drive, and moseyed my way down interstate 55. I parked my car, and muttered, "Damn" as I realized I forgot to pack something.
Time? 10:04. But somehow, instead of dashing for the security line, I walked. And when I got to the security checkpoint, I caught myself whistling to the tune of Winter Wonderland while removing my shoes! Nearby passengers just stared at me with obvious contortions on their face that screamed, "What the hell is he so happy about?"
Mysteriously, I made it to my gate, despite my unwillingness to run and break a sweat. I guessed I really have to go to work today. That is what happens after taking 11 straight days off.
So yeah, here I am in Cleveland, where the weather is just as warm as Chicago. Dinner was simple: a Spicy Italian sandwich from Subway. The television is on. I'm rooting for the Seahawks to trample the Packers. I see Brett Favre in a familiar field of white. The game must be in Wisconsin. But wait; wasn't it really warm when I left Chicago? I guess Seattle is experiencing a true winter wonderland tonight!
Yes indeedy. Today is definitely a day unlike any other.
A call came. It went almost like this: Your mission, should you accept it, is to leave for Cleveland as soon as possible and complete the project you started last month. Sigh. I kept on bugging this client to schedule the final trip to conclude the work, and all I got was static. Till this morning, of course.
A quick shower ensued, followed by jumping into my car with destination Midway in mind. A last minute flight plan for 10:25, and I was just leaving my garage at 09:17. The garage door pulled open, and some dumb ass just pulled into the driveway of my condo's garage. He shut off his engine and got out of his car right in front of my very own eyes. And there was another car needing to leave behind me too. I honked, and this guy gave me the index finger, telling me to wait a second.
Mind you, the sidewalk was completely open with no parked cars, and he totally ignored me. He took six minutes to do his thing and remove his car. A few choice words were dished out, something like, "What was that for? Why couldn't you just use the sidewalk? Are you stupid or something?"
But unlike other times similar to this, I drove like I had three hours of time. I slowly navigated my way through Lake Shore Drive, and moseyed my way down interstate 55. I parked my car, and muttered, "Damn" as I realized I forgot to pack something.
Time? 10:04. But somehow, instead of dashing for the security line, I walked. And when I got to the security checkpoint, I caught myself whistling to the tune of Winter Wonderland while removing my shoes! Nearby passengers just stared at me with obvious contortions on their face that screamed, "What the hell is he so happy about?"
Mysteriously, I made it to my gate, despite my unwillingness to run and break a sweat. I guessed I really have to go to work today. That is what happens after taking 11 straight days off.
So yeah, here I am in Cleveland, where the weather is just as warm as Chicago. Dinner was simple: a Spicy Italian sandwich from Subway. The television is on. I'm rooting for the Seahawks to trample the Packers. I see Brett Favre in a familiar field of white. The game must be in Wisconsin. But wait; wasn't it really warm when I left Chicago? I guess Seattle is experiencing a true winter wonderland tonight!
Yes indeedy. Today is definitely a day unlike any other.
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