My winter coat that, in a moment of sheer and utter laziness, I had dropped on the floor just behind my bedroom door upon entering the house the previous evening. Lovely. That will teach me to be more fastidious.
The fire alarm went off while at work today. I promptly evacuated, and to clarify I mean that I left the building, not that I shat my pants. Thanks, Vicky, for making sure I am more careful about that particular word in the future.
As I left I glanced at my wallet on my desk but decided to leave it. I did grab my coat, as why escape a potentially burning building, only to die of exposure to the cold. This is Canada, after all. Always thinking.
As I stood in the parking lot with three out of my roughly 15 to 20 co-workers, along with a handful of Tim Horton's employees, I wondered what all of our elementary school teachers would think of this gross lack of respect for the fire bell. In the time it took our staff to wander their way out, half of us could have been dead.
Like Edward Norton's character in the 25th hour, just drive. "Nothing at all for miles around" Like Monty Brogan in that fantastic ending, that ending that you are never quite sure is the actual ending or just a work of Monty's imagination. Like that, but without all the drug charges and such.
There was no fire. I returned to my desk. My wallet was there, my identity safely tucked inside each of the little slits meant to hold licenses, credit cards, rewards cards. Life goes on as usual.
Sometimes, my mind wanders.