The Day "Getting the Mail" Changed Me.

THE USUAL!

Get up.

Go work out.

Come home.

Dishes, lunches, eggs, morning stuff.

Get ready for work.

Leave for work.  (This is not "go" because after I "Leave for work" I...)

Drive to Starbucks.

Order tall, non-fat, with whip cinnamon dolce latte.

Drive forward. 

Idle chit chat.

Drive to work.

Park car.

Walk into work.

Turn on computer.

Check email.

Sip latte.

Start a plethora of programs.

Check email.

Print off premptions.

Sip coffee.

Start and finish paid programming.

Start some make goods.

Talk to Meg.

Check email.

Wait for lunchtime...

LUNCH TIME!

Grab purse.

Grab keys.

Unplug iPhone with the nearly broken "menu" button.

Place in purse.

Walk down hall.

Walk down steps.

Walk to car.

Get in car.

Drive home.

Pull up in driveway right by mailbox.

Get out of car.

Get mail.

Get in car.

Pull into garage.

And so on and so forth.  I am going to copy and paste and insert a few lines from LUNCH TIME! down.  See if the new line sticks out at all.

NOT THE USUAL:


LUNCH TIME!
Grab purse.
Grab keys.
Unplug iPhone with the nearly broken "menu" button.
Place in purse.
Walk down hall.
Walk down steps.
Walk to car.
Get in car.
Drive home.
Pull up in driveway right by mailbox.
Get out of car.
Step on snake.
Get mail.
Realize just stepped on snake.
Realize just stepped on snake in SANDALS.
Look at the snake coil up.
Apologize to the snake - even though he was slithering his tongue at me.
Apologize again.
Walk around the mail box and slowly towards the car.
Apologize to the snake again.
Get in car.
Close the door.
Hit "window down" button.
Look at snake.
Realize he's a good size bigger than the ones I've seen when mowing the backyard.
Apologize "Sorry snakey" again.
Wait for him to slink off.  He doesn't.
Pull into garage.
Check rearview mirror to make sure he isn't slinking down my 50 foot driveway my way.
Get out of car.
Walk out towards driveway, leaning to see if he's still down there.
He is.
Turn around.  
Walk inside.
Take off shoes.
Go to window.
Snake is gone.  
Look towards street.
No snake.
Look towards driveway.
No snake.
Check to make sure garage is closed.


<breathe a sigh of relief>


From now on, I will check around the mailbox before just getting out of the car to pick up my mail.


Sorry snake.