While waiting in the car that morning, I was doing a soliloquy into the cellphone. This was after checking my voicemail messages from my cellphone at around 10:30am.
Three of the messages were from the temp agency, one was from a strange `Banker` who saw my resume online and one was strange in which I thought I heard my name and something about `checking`.
Anyway, the oldest of these messages was mysteriously erased. But all is well. I know why.
After the soliloquy to myself, I heard a cough with the usual sound more like a huff. The window to the driver’s side was wide open. I saw that single huff came from a cyclist in a red-colored jersey. He looked to be Asian.
It’s like I’m never really left alone, after all. The day was pleasant and sunny a bit, though.
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