Latina at the bus stop

I tapped a Solitaire game out on my cellphone. I’d gone to the Muni website and checked out the schedule. The 33 wouldn’t come for another 15 minutes, so I had time to play enough games to win at least one of them. A round Latina sat on the stool next to me. She folded her hands on the raggedy purse that lay in her lap like a baby.

I’d had a busy day at Google. Took the 6:45 shuttle, submitted a bunch of changes to my software on the bus, got them done before it pulled into the Mountain View campus. Always nice to start the day off running. I refueled at the microkitchen – mocha café, a Naked blue blaster, and blueberry jogurt. That’s jogurt with a J, by the way. At 8:30 I had a meeting with Marc and then ran away with the day. Look at the daily performance trends. Write a new Python script to collect different stats. Get to that design document. Write an appraisal on the summer intern’s work. At 2:30 the divorce lawyer called. He had the documents ready for me to sign.

I took the shuttle back to San Francisco and went straight to the gym at 9th and Brannan. Lovely work-out, the magic number today was 24. Did 24 minutes on the elliptical, my floor exercises – leg work and abs – each with 24 reps. Then I lifted weights, 24 sets of chest and shoulders. Hit the showers and the steam room. No one really good-looking in there, just a few turkey lurkeys.

I stood at the bus stop playing my Solitaire – seven rounds, still no win. The 33 would come in 3, maybe 4 minutes. Let’s give Solitaire another try, maybe I’ll win before the bus comes. I know I can do it. Looked over at the Latina, sitting there, her hands still folded over her purse, a calm smile on her face. She looked at me.