Latte_Diner of Wishes_A Rendezvous with The Professor_One Crazy Morning
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Latte
You know that feeling that rises up inside after waiting? Waiting longer than you should be? I placed my order over five minutes ago. Five minutes! I mean, that’s more than enough time for a latte to be made. Steamed milk, espresso. Not forgetting the caramel. My drink should be out by now. My feet begin to tap faster, and my mind begins to race. You know that feeling where you know someone is waiting for you? Checking the clock, wondering if you forgot, staring at the doorway, waiting for you to materialize inside of it?When you know your daughter is probably lonely, bogged down with sickne...
Diner of Wishes
Aladdin. The one movie I've watched more than I care to admit. It's just that I find something about that movie so appealing. Three wishes? Like, three wishes! Aladdin has three wishes, and every time I watch that movie it blows my mind that he uses the wishes the way he uses them. He uses them, if I might say, selfishly. If I had a Genie lamp I'd wish for world peace or something, and I know this sounds strange, but it makes me real sad that I even have to wish fowww.onedoor.ccr that.The world is moving around me, and the "new world" seems to offer a good amount of opportunities, but sometimes I wish that ...
A Rendezvous with The Professor
It was pouring again as I reached the park. The soaked jeans wrapped around my muscly legs as I gasped for air. I looked up and found the numeric digit 5 staring down at me from its plaque. ‘At gate number 7, he would be waiting,’ uttered a voice inside me. I sprinted again along the bending curve and soon found myself approaching a silhouette of a human figure. It was a man in his late sixties. Draped in a blue windcheater, black trousers, and a navy blue bucket hat, his face, with winter-white mustache and beard, looked tired. ‘Sorry to keep you waiting, professor,’ I asked.‘Well, well, ha...
One Crazy Morning
One Crazy MorningThe craziness began when I woke up and quit my job.I had no idea what I was dreaming because as soon as my eyes popped open the dream dissolved like melting images in a Dali painting. Without thinking, I grabbed my cellphone from my nightstand and speed dialed my supervisor to tell him I was quitting my job. Tom is also a friend and he offered me his honest reaction. "Go to hell, Robert. It's 4:30 in the damn morning."I thanked him for the time of day. "The reason I'm quitting," I said, "is because of a dream I just had that I forgot the moment I woke up.""What are you talking...