Oh crap. Why did they have to …

It was a scene I’d have expected back home in Washington, the accumulation of ice over my windshield wipers. Instead, it happened while I sat trapped in my car in the Staples parking lot on the other side of the  [more...]

Why are we all so impatient? Why do people hit the button to call the elevator over and over and over, even when it’s already been pressed? Tonight I set out to get a little something to eat. As I was standing by  [more...]