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A Week In The Life |  |
As I was making the beast of a journey from my building to the furthest corner of the earth, (also known as 11th Avenue), I stubbed my foot on the pavement and tripped. I could blame the ice, or the uneven ground, but the truth remains: nary a day passes in which I do not have a similar experience. My powerful, computer-like brain then got to thinking, and I established a pattern of predictable events that occur in my average week. I call it…
A WEEK IN THE LIFE OF JEANNIE.
Like I mentioned, 4 to 5 times a week, I will trip over nothing. This happens only in daylight hours, which makes the high frequency all the more baffling, since I avoid leaving my room before dusk unless absolutely necessary. Usually, I am on a busy street or a high-traffic sidewalk – many people to witness my embarrassment. After tripping, I stop in my tracks and lower my head, in quiet defeat, with a quick shake, disapproving of my own imbalance, and to let the witnesses know that I know what I’ve done. I do know.
At least 3 times, I will make a journey across the street to CVS. It’s a genuine love/hate relationship with the folks at CVS. They have wronged me in the past, but damn it, they’re open 24 hours. I’ve been known to stroll around the perimeter of the store; past the cosmetics, then to admire the frozen food section, bypassing the cheap bottles of liquor –(I’m not of age yet, kids), occasionally entering the snack food and cereal aisle, then rounding the corner to the greeting cards which I will peruse, until finally resting before the always popular candy displays. Sometimes I leave without even buying anything. Other days I go for an emergency purchase. By the way, the need for a pound of Peanut M&Ms qualifies as an emergency. As do 99 cent sippy cups.
2 times a week, I shall be locked out of my room. It’s my own fault.
Finally, at least once a week, I will proclaim it “the best day ever”. This statement usually follows a fruitful trip to CVS or the acquisition of food.
There you have it. The next best thing to being me.
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