I don’t know, guys: I was pretty cranky last night when I left work. This is a tough one.

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I’m still thinking.

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Ok. Yesterday morning, when I was gathering my phone and stuff to leave for work, I noticed a text message from the local news radio station telling me that the freeway I would normally take to work was closed because, of all things, a gigantic French vanilla coffee creamer spill.

Because I got the text, I was alerted to *not* get on a packed freeway (backing up like a gigantic Starbucks drive through line) and take an alternate route. I was also thinking ahead and put a conference call number into my call log and memorized the access code so I could use my hands-free to attend a meeting while on the road.

There you go.

The day wasn’t completely hideous, mind you. Just a bunch of little paper cuts, especially in the evening.

© E. Stocking Evans 2013