It seems warm. The air conditioner has been blowing for several minutes, but the air is not getting cooler.
Roll windows down. Open sunroof.
Ninety-seven degree, dry air.
Well played, mechanic – not re-connecting my air compressor when you replaced the alternator. Well played.
“Do you want a Cinnabon?”
“Will you eat one?”
I logged onto Facebook for the first time in months.
It was a mistake.
“Are you interested in picking up a part-time contract, something you could do in the evenings?”
“I’m willing to listen.”
“Well, what’s your hourly rate.”
“$175-200 an hour depending on the project.”
“Ah…Hmmm…That’s uhh…significantly more than my client is aiming for.”
“Guess I’m not the right person for their project.”
“Do you need a VGA dongle?”
“OK, I’ll go get mine.”
I walk down the hall and grab an adapter out of my office, then back to the conference room.
“Here you go.”
From another co-worker: “He doesn’t have a VGA port.”
“Why didn’t someone tell me that before I left the room?”
Second co-worker points at a third co-worker. “He tried to tell you that like five times and you just kept walking.”
I look at the third co-worker. “Sorry. I’m so used to ignoring you that I didn’t hear you.”
Defensive laugh. “I know.”
I accelerate towards the on-ramp. As I hit 55, the car loses power. Drop it into manual mode, cycle through gears, no reaction. Throw it into neutral, get high revs, then back into drive. Power re-initiates enough to steer onto the service road.
Cycling neutral and drive gets me a mile further, closer to somewhere to pull off. Hit a stop light, lose all power.
The road is flat, a parking lot is 100 yards away. Jump out and push.
The road isn’t flat.
Cars sure are heavy.
Eighty-six percent cacao – at the edge of my bitter tolerance, still good, but almost not.
Dark chocolate is the best chocolate.