Last night I had the clever idea to play tennis on the backboard before work rather than afterwards. Some days I work a little later than normal, and today is one of those days. I had just enough time to bike, play tennis, shower at the gym, get a cup of coffee at the coffee shop and head to work.
After hitting the button for the lights about 70 times I reluctantly left the courts in defeat. But first I called Robert and bitched for a little bit. He was on his way to set up the timing system for a track meet and lent a sympathetic ear.
Apparently the lights are on a timer and if you show up before dawn you're outta luck. Which reminds me of that saying - Early bird gets the worm, but what about the worm? Most days I'm the bird. Today was looking like I was going to be the little tube of hearts and shit that gets the beak.
So I moseyed on over to the coffee shop - no point showering at the gym, which wasn't open. When I pulled up to the coffee shop the open sign was flashing, but while discovering the door was locked the light stopped flashing. Apparently the coffee shop opens 30 minutes later on weekends, and while I think the light could have been a figment of my hopeful imagination, I honestly think the barista forgot that it was Saturday and flipped it right at the same time I got to the door. I have no hard feelings. I can't tell you how many times I say the wrong time when giving the closing announcement for the library. I do this often enough that a patron regularly asks if I'm going to get it right.
So I have no hard feelings for the barista. She was going to be the one to fill my thermos with coffee, and I don't hold grudges against people with that kind of power.
While I was standing outside the coffee shop a mouse shot out of the dark and straight into a crack in the sidewalk.
Ok, I thought, I was meant to see that. So, when I play tennis tonight after work, which means dinner with friends will be perilously close to my bedtime, I just need to remind myself that if I had played tennis before work I would have never seen the daring feat of a mouse making a sidewalk crack its bitch.
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11 hours ago
It would have been a beautiful morning for tennis. I'm sorry it didn't work out.
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