“I just had to walk from here to 2nd street market because I locked my keys in my car!” I tell them. Smiling and nodding, I have everyone’s attention. “I deserve this!” I declare raising the mocha up over my head. The manager agrees with me “Yes you do!”
I start up the stairs with a sweet sip of triumphant delicious late. I turn around half way.
“And I had a coupon!” I shout like an Olympic gold-medalist. My audience claps and cheers as the library seems to stand still in awe of my achievements.
It’s 6:03 on Wednesday the 1st of January 2013. The first day of the rest of my life and some…