Lesley Boland #1 I am very happy

On my drive to work this morning I see a man trip as he runs for the bus. Walking to my office I find twenty dollars on the sidewalk. I put it in my wallet and smile at the homeless person on the corner. I arrive at my desk early and check my personal emails before anyone else gets in. I laugh out loud thinking about that man tripping up as he ran for the bus. The bus driver was an asshole, though - he drove off, even though the people at the bus stop were telling him to wait. I shift in my seat. My trousers are too tight. I want to eat a muffin. This job is boring. I look out the window and watch the autumn leaves catching fresh morning sunlight. When my supervisor Dianne comes in I tell her about the man who tripped running for the bus. She has a good laugh too. I hope she’ll give me a promotion. We go out for coffee. I catch the barista using full cream milk when I asked for skim. I call him out about it. The other customers watch me make a scene. I get a second coffee for free. Later, as I carry both coffees back to the office, I wonder if Dianne and the other customers think I am assertive, or if they think I am a bully. Perhaps I should have given the second coffee to one of the other customers at the café, or the homeless person on the corner. Perhaps I should have refused it altogether, on principle. I pour one coffee - I don’t know which one - down the sink. I drink the other coffee. I think about that man running for the bus.