This morning it's raining again. Of course, the commute to work took longer than usual. As I sat in traffic at a stop light, I glanced to my left to see how my fellow drivers were handling the boring wait: the driver next to me was busily making notes on a paper pad propped against the steering wheel. Then the light changed and we took off again.
A few blocks later, I glance again. This time there's a woman next to me, and she has a Day-Timer in which
she's making notes! Am I lazy, I wonder, or disorganized? I'm not taking advantage of my commute time to accomplish anything; I'm just drinking a latte and listening to lounge music. Suddenly I feel luxurious and sinful, like the grasshopper in
Aesop's fable who sat around and fiddled while the ants worked. I turn up the music and press the accelerator as sensually as I can, now in a really good mood.
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