Back & Forth

Last evening...

It's 10 pm. I'm finally out of the office, having spent 5 hours redoing a book review that somehow got deleted from the computer. It's pouring rain as I walk to the Queen Station so I open up a (half) broken umbrella to (half) shield me from the large chilly raindrops. I slide down the escalator to the platform and gravitate towards the convenience stand to purchase a beverage for the way home. The salesman hands me my drink of choice and as I take out my credit card "- Sorry ma'am. We do not accept credit cards". I thought I had my debit somewhere...I'm rummaging frantically through my bag as I hear the approaching subway and decide to drop the drink and leave. "I'll drink something at home!" I call out apologetically as I run to the cabin. Two stations later I notice my credit card is no longer in my wallet so I get off the subway and head back in the opposite direction, only to realize it's in my pocket. Head hung low, I make my way back and arrive at home, exhausted but happy to look forward to a whole new day.