The Best Part of Waking Up...
Monday, February 07, 2005
So I was on my flight from O’Hare to Detroit
And into my mind popped a friend of mine who is shall we say a bit more twitchy than most, easier to surprise/scare. So in my mind’s eye I see this series of events played out but instead of me it is my friend who is half-asleep and being reached across when she senses the movement, and swats her hand out to fend off the unknown person unwelcomingly entering her personal space, only to be rewarded with a lap full of hot coffee. I amuse myself, I guess I’m easily entertained.