So I arrived at my office of red chairs at Borders, ready to plug in and get going. I’ll be damned. There are a bunch of kids holding
class back there, some of them are sharing seats. Remember when your ass was that small? So now I’m left to Dean and Deluca, to stare at bacon Swiss muffins and lemon frosted cupcakes. Ah, and I get to listen to the sounds of children banging things against metal chairs and tables because they think the cafe is marching band practice. I looked at their mother and saw her pulling flexi-straws from a zip lock bag. She carries them on her for when she feeds them sugar in the form of apple juice. I want to carry a ziplock baggie with bendy straws for my kids one day. I miss the days of apple juice and snack time. Naps, smocks, and getting dirty during the day. Perhaps I’ll have some after the gym. All of the above, since I’m now without obligations. Tomorrow perhaps I’ll hit Barnes & Noble. I am so thankful I never ended up following my dream of law school; a traveling office is such a good time. Though, admittedly, it doesn’t allow for much of an office romance.
