Yesterday, I woke up and went outside.
I walked across the icy street
to my car.
I touched the car’s window.
Pure ice.
My ice scraper was not in my car. Someone took it out.
I walked back inside the house.
I could not find an ice scraper. I was forced to scrape my car using the plastic top of a butter plate.
With extra physical effort, the butter top scraper worked. It removed ice from my car.
It was really loud.
I worried I would wake my sleeping 98-year-old neighbor, Nana Q. I was directly below her window.
I drove to CVS.
I bought an ice scraper for three dollars.
I took my receipt.
I walked to my car in the parking lot.
I scraped my car for ten minutes.
Removing the ice felt good. A satisfying and relaxing feeling.
I scraped ice from the side of the car. But stopped myself because I didn’t want to scratch the car’s black paint.
I drove to Dunkin Donuts.
I ordered a medium iced coffee with almond milk.
The Dunkin Donuts employee handed me my drink as she pointed to the counter with her left pointer finger.
I hugged the iced coffee with the right side of my face.
I love iced coffee.
I drove to Fort Wadsworth.
A fort on Staten Island with great views of the Verrazzano bridge.
I drove under the bridge.
I drove home.
I salted my house’s front sidewalk.
I rode on the bus into Manhattan.
I arrived to work.
Made great memories with my co-worker and friend, Helen.
She took a photo of me drinking Smart Water. I took a photo of her writing on a piece of paper.
It was hilarious.
Work ended.
Exiting the building, I dropped my ID card in the revolving door.
Please use the yellow arrow in the photo below for reference on ID card location.
7 people walked through the revolving door without seeing my card. I stood, outside the doors, waiting for the right moment to get the card. As if I was waiting to jump into a moving jumprope.
My security guard friend, who I smile at every morning, stopped the doors and picked up the card for me.
He trapped me inside the doors for 5 seconds, but that’s ok.
I thanked him.
I took the subway to my improv theater.
Had a 7pm improv show with my team, Jean Pool.
Then had improv practice from 8:30-10:30.
Here is my team.
I walked to CVS.
I bought hummus and crackers. I was hungry.
I took my receipt.
I rode the bus home eating snacks.
Worried that I was chewing too loudly and the people around me were going to get annoyed.
You’re not supposed to eat on the bus.
A great day.