"What did I miss today?" I wondered aloud much to the curious
stares of the listless few who sat around me, as bus No. 666 rolled
out slowly from a deep slumber with a diesel-fueled groan.
Not much different from 666, the early morning breeze saw me
unceremoniously awaken from past-rainy-day hibernation to the harsh
routine of work by my boss' friendly 5 am sms.
"Can cover todae? Alex say he sck today. Msg me once u rch.
k?"
Low in spirits made impossibly lower by the blank stares of those
of similar plight, I wind down the windows to let in air eager to
squeeze into the stuffy confines of 666 as it warmed up to cruise
mode.
The rushing wind slows into a lingering breeze over me. With that
comes the realization of what I missed; as I looked down past my
tie, my shirt trim and neat, my flannel black pants and finally
resting my wide, shocked eyes upon my exposed toes peeking back at
me through my slippers.
