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So today was, well, to say the least, an interesting day. So interesting in fact, that, today was one of those days that defines the very reason why I blog. Oh yes, it was ‘that’ interesting.

So, to start the day off, I woke up late. I wanted to be up and out of bed at about 9:45. Instead, I rolled out of the bed at about 10:30. The lady-friend was supposed to call and give me a wake-up call, but for some reason that never happened (yup, I’ll be sure to give her a scolding or two or three later). Now usually I would not care about getting up a little late, but I had an interview to go to at 11:30 (do not ask with who, because I will not tell – and if you try to be cool and post it, I will simply delete your post – if you think that is harsh, check the FAQ for my reasoning) and some homework I wanted to get started on before then. Needless to say, the homework did not (and still has not) got started on.

Anyway, so by the time I get done with the normal good morning activities, it is about 11:00. So, I jump into my better-than-the-other-one suit, throw on some socks, give myself one last look-over, grab my business binder, and get ready to ‘do tha damn thang’. I had everything in hand, felt fairly confident, so I figured it was time to go. I shut the door on my way out, took about two steps, and thought “not again.”

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On Thursday I had a business meeting shindig to attend. Well, after putting on the better-than-the-other-one suit, I walked out the door only to realize that I locked the keys in the house. And of course, the car keys are with the house keys, which are inside the locked house, so I was pretty much stuck. Well, lucky for me, the roommate was only a few blocks away and was able to run home real fast and let me in. I grabbed the keys, double-checked that I grabbed the keys, and headed to my business meeting shindig. Oh, and I was on-time too. Go Fonzo.

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So there I was, standing on my porch, asking myself how I managed to lock my keys in the house again (I am beginning to think this suit might not be better-than-the-other-one after all). I attempt calling the good ‘ol roommate, but to no avail. He was in class or doing something school related, so his phone was off. I tried calling two other people, but everyone I knew with a car was in class or on campus far away from a vehicle. So basically, I was stuck. I looked at my watch, saw that it is 11:15, and realized that catching the bus or calling a cab would not get me to my destination in 15 minutes. So there I was, no friends to give me a ride, no bus to catch, no taxi, and of course my bike was inside my house. That is when I decided that the only reasonable option I had was to do it the old fashion way . . . . run!

So off I go, running down the street in my questionably better-than-the-other-one suit; business binder in hand. I catch the expected stares from cars as they drive by, wondering why in the world a black man is running down the street in a suit. I mean, if I saw someone running down the street in a suit I surely would wonder why. It simply is not something you see, or should see. I am actually surprised I did not see anyone just start laughing. That is what I think my initial reaction would be, but then, maybe I am not as nice as other folks.

Surprisingly, I approach the building at about 11:24 (yea I still got it a little bit, although now my feet and legs are killing me – dress shoes are simply not made for running). I take off my jacket (why I did not do this before I started running I have no idea) and stand in the wind hoping to cool myself off a little before I walk in. So, I breathe and walk, breathe and walk, until about 11:26. At this time, I walk in the building, check myself in the elevator door that is practically a mirror, and walk into the office. Luckily for me, one of the interviewers was in a meeting so I got to wait a few more minutes. Realizing the opportunity, I politely excused myself to the restroom, giving my body another minute or two to calm down, as well as to make sure I did not have little beads of sweat appearing on my forehead (not a good sign when going into an interview). I did one more check of my appearance, walk out of the restroom, and head to the interview.

So about an hour later, the interview was done (I think it went OK, but I guess how OK depends entirely on whether I get the job or not), and it is time to head to class. But wait, of course, my backpack and all of my class-related material is still in my house. And of course I am still without a key, so with no other option, off to school I go. Still wearing the questionably better-than-the-other suit and still carrying my business binder. No textbooks, no papers, no notes, no homework, no nothing school-related; just a suit and a binder. Fortunately, the only two assignments due today I was able to print off before class.

So that is my day believe it or not. Hopefully I learned my lesson regarding locking my keys in the house, but probably not. Oh well, I will just blame it on my lady-friend. After all, isn’t that what guys are supposed to do? I mean, it just simply could not be ‘my’ fault that ‘I’ locked ‘my’ keys in the house. Nope, it is ‘her’ fault and all of this only happened because I was flustered from waking up late. Yup, that is my story, and I am sticking to it (just joking, well, about it being my lady-friends fault. Everything else unfortunately is true).