ham and cheese on wry

February 10, 2005

duck and cover

I think I want to crawl under my desk and sit there until it's time to go home. It might offer a modicum of protection against what is gearing up to be one of those days. The day's events so far (as of 11:13 AM EST):

1. I overslept. Twice. I crawled out of bed at 8:02, turned on Today and sat down on the couch to wait for the weather report... and promptly fell back asleep. A half-assed shower and a mad dash out the door ensued.

2. I stepped on someone's foot on the subway. I'm wearing a light Oxford as opposed to my boots with honkin' heels but the victim didn't seem to appreciate the apology much less the weight and pain differential my choice of sensible footwear provided.

3. A pigeon decided to take off precisely at the same time I was walking past it. Mercifully there was no mid-air collision but its wings flapped against my hair causing me to jump and spasm. I think I may have pulled something in the midst of my freak-out.

4. Today is payday... which means for the past few days, I've had no money in my wallet. I didn't have time to go to my bank's ATM this morning so I decided to use the cash machine in the deli I visit daily. This deli makes the most delicious coffee ever. I want to do dirty things to this coffee it's that good. Alas, the ATM in there was out of service and I remained penniless. As I was about to leave and resign myself to the free swill served in my office, I saw the woman who usually rings me up. She knows of my love affair with their coffee and questioned my empty-handedness. I informed her of the malfunction and she told me to go ahead and take my cup o' coffee and pay her tomorrow. It embarrassed me but at the same time, it's nice that she trusts me. Or more accurately, she knows I'm an addict and can't stay away from her establishment's intoxicating brew.

Here's hoping the rest of my day is pigeon-free and filled with functioning ATMs.