The calendar said Wednesday, but of course it felt like a Monday. It's always Monday lately. He looked down at his watch. 8:32am. Early for the nine o'clock meeting, still feeling the lingering yuck of the night before.
The bistro was almost empty, save himself and a little old lady at the counter trying to decide which danish to buy. Cheese? Apple? You know, the apples in the northeast part of the state are so juicy this time of year. Oh dear… it went on and on as the level of his venti quad macchiato got lower and lower in his eco-friendly recycled paper cup.
8:46am. Impatient, he thought to himself.