Around 2:30, I leave work to go uptown and meet up with Nikki. We’re meeting at a neighborhood Einstein Bros. and, when I arrive, she’s talking with her prior appointment. I hang around a bit, set my things down on the table and go to get a coffee. When I get back, I decide Hey, I might was well get my stuff together. I want to appear organized, I want to have everythign in order and ready to go.
I open my bag and, next to my receipts and forms, I find a pair of old socks. ![]()

















