No! What’s that? How did that happen? What is it, dirt from boots? I really thought I wiped them well on the mat
last night, but apparently not. Can’t
leave for work with that dirt on the floor but hands are perfect right
now. No, that’s no excuse. Need to do what’s right even if it means
washing and drying and moisturizing hands all over again. Can’t ignore the mess. . . .
Alright, the floor is clean and hands are all set and I’ll
still arrive early to work. Thank
goodness for garages; without one I’d be at the carwash twice as often. It’s a lovely day to drive. Mr. Mozart, speak to me.
Hitting all the lights today it seems. Who’s that at the bus stop? Do I know her? I swear she’s staring straight at me! Can she see the blemish on my cheek? No, she can’t see my left side from that
angle. Don’t make eye contact. Will this light ever turn green?
Oh you couldn’t help yourself, could you? Had to look her way again and still she
stares. Does she know me? What if she pulls a gun from inside her
jacket and shoots me? I’m defenseless! Ah, green light, thank goodness.
It’s okay. Mozart,
perfection. At least these red lights
prolong our time together this morning.
But wait, who’s that man in the car next to me? Why did he turn to look in this direction? He nodded!
It’s okay, just nod back. He’s
smiling! Is that grin some clever
ruse? He could bump me off the
road! Green light, let him go
first. Ah, it’s okay, he’s driving along
now. Hey, who’s honking? Oh, the car behind me, maybe they’re working
together! The first one knew his nod
would stall me just as this one knew his honk would rush me. . . .
No, don’t be silly, it’s okay. Just enjoy the music and get to work. No more distractions.
But wait, who’s that crossing the street?
