Jenni woke up at precisely 9:43am, not to the blaring of an alarm clock like she’d expected, but rather a sudden moment of panic rushing through her entire body. She was late. How had this happened? She glanced over at her phone, seeing the three alarms she’d set still perfectly intact – and set for Tuesday, not Monday. Fuck.
Leaping out of bed, she threw on the nearest pair of pants she could find that weren’t sweatpants – which admittedly took some digging – and the top she’d laid out the night before. Thank god she had tried to be somewhat prepared. She didn’t have time for a shower, so some dry shampoo became her best friend, and she grabbed her purse and ran out the door. Dammit, why did she only own a bicycle? The green movement had gotten the best of her once again. She hopped on her bicycle and pedaled as fast as she could down the street.
While she was already running nearly thirty minutes late, accounting for traffic, Jenni knew the woman would understand. She could possibly blame it on the coffee shop she was stopping at (she desperately needed caffeine to make it through the day) if anything went wrong. She ran inside the coffee shop and neglected to hook her bike up on the rack, just setting it there instead.
Cutting halfway through the line, much to others’ dismay, Jenni finally reached the barista. “I need a caramel macchiato with a double shot. Actually can you make it a triple shot? I’m about to have a shitty day – I already am having a shitty day. Fuck, my shoes don’t even match!” she vented, letting out a loud groan. “I am so sorry. I just need it fast, please.”
