“Taxi!” raising my hand to fetch a cab because I am running late. I normally walk, but I may or may not have enjoyed myself a little too much last night, hoping the Yankees-Red Sox game would happen, despite the stormy forecast. “Sweet,” giving a little fist pump, I never get a cab this quickly in the morning. It’s so nice today, how could it have been a shitty day yesterday? BEEP BEEP! I love this town and hate it at the same time. If I had a dollar for every time I had almost been hit by a taxi I would be a rich man, or would at least break even from the night before.
“Where you headed to?” asked the cab driver.
“Starbucks at 250 Vesey Street,” I yawned.
As I complain to the taxi driver about last night’s rain delay and my lack of effort this morning he shows no empathy and just like a one night stand he sends me packing at the end of our date.
“12.50,” he barks.
“Alright,” jesus thats a beer and a dog at the stadium.
This part of the financial district is always crazy in the morning. All I can hear is the “Beep Beep” from the cabs all around me. It’s almost as if someone is trying to get my attention every second.
Sadly enough, I walk in and I am greeted by the Starbucks employees. They have seen me at my best and my worst, and well, lets just say they know what today is.
“Henry we going with the usual today?” asked Jennifer, the barista.
“ Hmm let’s do the usual, but put two shots of espresso in there for good measure”
“Hung over today?” she asked with a smile.
“Maybe, there was no baseball game last night, but let’s just say my team still loss,” I sighed.
Looking down at my watch I realize its 8:00 am, shit I took a cab and I am still late. Walking in to work, shoulder-checking everyone walking the opposite direction for 3 blocks I finally reach the revolving doors.
“Henry!” the security guard yells.
“T Dog!” I screamed across the lobby.
I have seen T Dog five days a week for about 6 years now. Most of our exchanges last just minutes, but he’s probably the one who knows me best in this big town.
“T Dog, hows the little one liking the baseball?” I asked eagerly.
“Man, he’s ok, he’s diving around like Jeter every chance he gets though,” he explained with a grin.
“Ahhhh, no worries he’s just a kid. He’s enjoying getting those clothes dirty, I’m sure.”
“ Yeah, your probably right, driving my wife insane though with all those grass stains,” he shrugged.
“ I bet, lemme know when Joe Torre starts callin’,” I joked, “I’ll catch ya later man!”
“Yep I’ll see ya man,” he waved.
Oh nothing makes me feel like a piece of cattle like piling in the elevator hallway trying to get up to the office. I always give out a good MOOOO for humor as everyone starts to file in.
“Ding!” the elevator next to me rings, This is my lucky day.
“Where ya headed?” John, the elevator operator asked.
“Well, you know you have to go to 78th sky lobby, then go up to 80th on a different set of elevators right?” he called out with his back to me.
“Yes John, it’s Henry, I see you everyday.”
“Well Henry why didn’t you say so?” he smirked, “we got a Red Sox fan here people!”
All the Yankees fans turn and look at me in complete shame in response to this common alert, To hell with them.
Beep Beep! Man I hate that cell phones are everywhere these days, it’s like a constant alarm. I am pretty sure John hates it in the elevator to.
“ 78th floor Sky Lobby,” John turns and winks at me.
“I got it, I got it,” I give a half-hearted wave of gratitude.
Looking at the clock I realize its already 8:43. I can’t believe this, I am actually going to be fifteen minutes early.
“Ding!” elevator time again.
“Ryan, my man!” we embark on the “bro hug”, you know what I am talking about, the half hug half close quarters hand shake that causes people to stare and smirk. They are just jealous.
“80th floor I presume, my fellow sox fan?” he laughs.
“ You bet ya.”
“ Take it easy Sox,” Ryan calls out behind closing elevator doors.
Without a chance to respond, the elevator starts its way up to the remaining floors. After the door closes behind me and not a second later I hear a big bang and the building shakes. I can’t make out what’s in front of me. All I see is white smoke, what is going on? Haze. I am hearing screams but I can’t see a thing. In a panic, I move blindly towards the stairwell. Whats going on? I start running down the stairs and all I hear is Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep from the smoke alarms. I get to the 79th floor. I trip and fall, but no one is behind me. Beep, Beep, Beep. I stumble down the stairs, gaining no ground, the chaos of the moment is getting to me, calm down Henry, breath, keep moving, don't stop.
Beep, Beep, Beep. The alarms are so loud. They are getting louder. Beep, Beep, Beep. I fall to the ground again. White. Batting my eyes, I hear the Beep, Beep, Beep. My clock cries its 7:35 alarm and it has happened again. Turning off the alarm, I cant believe they are gone and I am still here, switching to radio mode I hear the weather forecast. Rain.
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