It's Like This
Monday, September 22nd, 2008
Some days you find out you have jury duty……in Rolling freaking Meadows. A full 26.7 miles, or an hour plus in Chicago traffic time, from where your carless ass cannot drive. Where you’ll do your civic duty while feasting on a cornucopia of vended saturated fats.
Some days the guy who you think has been hitting on you during your morning commute gets all handsy, reaching for your knee as he carries on about Tango Sur.
Some days you sit at your desk with disco-ball head boppers on- removing them only for meetings, which was debatable at that- because somehow their absurdity makes you frown just a little bit less.
Some days you see a single crisp white bra strap on the sidewalk and laugh out loud despite yourself, wondering how that poor woman will manage.
Some days you step in office-park goose poo on your way home and YOU DON’T EVEN CARE.
Some days you realize you can’t concentrate for shit in spite of the tender prose upon the page.
Some days you open the door to your quiet apartment and it’s less a comfort than a disappointment.
It’s been one of those days.
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