Normally, I'm a very law-abiding person, not that I have many opportunities to break the law, but I generally choose not to. I don't jaywalk and I usually don't eat or drink on the metro. This morning I had to run by the post office on the way to work and Starbucks is right next door and this late in the holiday season I still hadn't had a peppermint mocha. The lure was inescapable.
As I approached the gate and was getting out my SmarTrip card, i managed to splash some coffee on my hand. I felt damned stupid and yet quite thankful that my jacket and shirt were black. I made it to the train without incident and reminded myself to secure the SmarTrip before exiting the train on the other end to avoid a repeat. Then while taking my first surreptitious sip on the train, it jolted and I spilled coffee down my shirt, which, again thankfully, was black.
I like to think that this was the universe's way of telling me to keep staying in those crosswalks and stopping when the little walking man flashes red. I will listen.
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