If car C leaves the home at 7AM and bike B also leaves the home at 7AM what time do they both pull into the station? Exactly 4 minutes apart. That's the answer, 4 minutes.
What's 4 minutes get you? FAT. Sure, I saved 4 whole minutes, but got zero work out. So essentially I LOST 40 minutes. Grand. I was never good at word problems.
It's cool, it's been a long day. I'm deliriously tired. Not a good idea to teeter on two wheels to get home. I thought I might get a nap today. That's also why I drove. Sleeping on a bike makes sleeping in a car feel like bunking at the Venetian (minus the second floor).
I knew it was going to be a long, hard day. In the business we have our tip offs. This morning I quickly noticed the hovering helicopters circling the city, like guard dogs. Us TV geeks are tuned into that. Oh man, that isn't a good sign, I thought. Must hurry to work.
For a city known for its terrorism, I couldn't help but notice all the cars still moving TOWARD the impending danger.What is wrong with these people? Have they not had enough drama in the workplace?
Turn around! Go home young man! Run. Flee. Be Free. Don't you see those helicopters dotting the horizon? There beneath the clouds. The F16s are probably just above, waiting for word. To attack. The copters watching patiently, perched on the edge of the city like....oh, right, n.e.v.e.r.m.i.n.d....
Us TV geeks sent them there. Traffic choppers. Right. Of course. That's all it was. Every day, ordinary, morning activities. Things I usually sleep through. Here I thought it was terrorists coming to destroy our day, and disrupt our lives, and cripple our city. Roger that.
The copters dangling in the sky like a participle. Like a Miami-Dade chiding chad. Shooting menacing, gruesome pictures of a typical morning commute. Like you haven't already seen it. Like you want to see it right before you walk out the door. Like you won't see enough of it sitting in it. Thanks for that!
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