Short Story – The Challenge of a Vollenhave
What a gorgeous morning! I woke up before 6, worked out, showered, had a lovely breakfast of an energy shake and a bran muffin and then headed out to work. The endorphins were in great shape since I felt like a million dollars.
The Manhattan streets were busy as usual and at times it was a fight to get across the various streets. Everyone seemed to be extra hurried this particular morning. Deciding to slow down and not join the rush I moved out towards the curb and made my legs slow down. Great feeling not to be pushed around by the attitude of others.
My pace made it possible to actually look around and check out everyone, well not all but a general look around. All of a sudden I heard a voice calling to me. As I looked across the street I was John, an old acquaintance waving to me and mouthing that I should stay put and wait for him. Darn, now this was going to be a predicament. I was going at a pace to get me to work just on time. If I wait for him I am going to be late. What to do?
Since our eyes had met I could not pretend I did not see him. When I arrived at the corner I waited while he crossed the street. My business card in my hand at the ready. He rushed up and tried to give me a big hug and a kiss? That was totally weird. Alas I took his hand and put my card into it. I told him I was going to be late for work but if he was going my way he was free to join me other wise he could call me in an hour at work. He looked disappointed since he was going the other direction.
As he walked away my day began to return to its former state. The morning was glorious and life was good.