this morning #2188.

this morning, after weaving through the neighborhood streets for at least a half hour, he finally found a parking spot. gave thanks to god & crossed his heart. stepped out into the early morning sun. ducked into the shade of the lone tree on the street to check his phone for directions. a twenty-five minute walk? that can’t be right. he typed the address in again. still twenty-five minutes. in his quest for a spot, he’d roamed so far away that he was now going to be late for the meeting. for a second, he thought of getting back in the car. trying to find a closer spot. shook that notion off & opted to just start walking. hustled as much as he could. by the time he got to the building, he was a sweaty mess. so much for first impressions.