The Streetcar Chronicles

I’m alive, dear readers. Rest assured, my absence from posting yesterday had more to do with fatigue and crankiness than it did with my potential client kidnapping me and holding me for ransom.

I should start at the beginning, as in, trying to make it to the damn meeting in the first place. He (lets just call him Bob) and I agreed to meet at a Starbucks close to the subway line. Even though he offered me a lift if I needed it, I let him know the subway would serve me just fine and dandy. Of course, things never pan out the way I hope.

I decided I’d hop on the streetcar to get me to the one subway line and then transfer to the next. One, two, three streetcars all went passed, all too full to let on any other passengers. Natalie was with me as she was on her way to pilates class. “Do you want to cab it to the subway?” I asked, frustrated that I was already running late and I was only on the first part of my journey.

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