every morning i walk to work.
i have 3 different routes to get to work...
first: i can cut through the dialysis unit of the hospital and pretend (in my own head) that i am a doctor - surgeon actually - i think it was my former love of grey's anatomy that influence the mindset.
second: i can cut through the mental health unit parking lot, and then through the cancer agency.
third: this is the longest route, which involves busy intersections, and a large construction site.
lately, i have opted for the second option.
as i walk this route, i see the same things every day...
i leave my building, cut through the mental health unit parking lot, and typically see patients wearing their robes and maybe a jacket, who have slipped out the back door for a cig.
today it was raining, and i saw a woman sitting on the ground crying and saying "my family put me in here, my family put me in here".
further on the walk, i cross through a giant wind tunnel that is also on a steep hill (two large hospital buildings that have enough space between them to create a tornado. bad news for my hair, worse news for my general well-being)....and arrive at the cancer agency.
every day, at the same time, i see the same man. he drives a large health authority truck, and speeds up the hill like a bat out of hell. i shoot him death glares, but my disdain does not last long, as he parks in front of the cancer agency, jumps out of the truck and delivers mail to the agency. he is a character - he looks straight out of a biker gang, with his long hair, rough around the edges aesthetic...but i am curious mainly because no matter the weather he always wears jean shorts. always wearing jean shorts. it's january, pissing rain, and he is in jean shorts. i have only exchanged words with him once - today - he held the door for me, and in a very raspy (somewhat scary) voice said "i like your mittens". i said "thank you", and we carried on with our separate ways.
and all i can think of is further proof that my mother was right...you can never judge a book by its cover.
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