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  • I was feeling low. A list of first world problems, really. My jeans still smelled like smoke from this past weekend, a reminder that I hadn't done laundry and really need(ed) to. For lunch, I got bubble tea, sure to brighten my day after our company meeting that left me feeling unusually unappreciated. "Oh get over it Kim. Get yourself a damn bubble tea and put a smile on your face." So I did.

    And then building sludge drained into my bubble tea (the container had a wide mouth for the oversized straw - tapioca balls are big, you know. Big balls, big straw, big mouth, big problem. That might be a metaphor of other sorts...).

    Cold, wet hands, weird shit floating in my bubble tea, no umbrella. "Just hurry your bum back to the office," I thought, "and all will be fine." Waiting at the last intersection before Union Square, the location of my company's HQ, I was standing too close to the curb. I thought these things only happened in movies, but sure enough, I was sprayed thoroughly by a cab flying through a puddle. As if to make matters worse, a guy behind me (who probably didn't get hit by the filthy, death sludge, otherwise he would have been focused on other matters) shouts "Oh man that sucks." Yea, well, I was doing a pretty damn good job silencing the internal voice shouting the same thing, but two is company I cannot keep.

    I arrived back at the office, fists of rage flying and audible "sighs" escaping, the kind only whiny kids make when they want ice cream and are denied the pleasure. I'm handed a letter by a coworker that had come for me today. Odd. I had never received mail at my office. Ever.

    I opened it and an octopus stared back at me.

    The letter was from somebody I recently met, a fellow bicycle commuter turned friend and bicycle project co-conspirator. We bike together almost everyday to work, email and phone each other regularly. And in my lowest point in the day, the lowest point in a while, the "octopus" writes to say "It's been great meeting you" and continues to say all the things I wanted to say to myself today, but didn't have the strength to.

    Thank you, lucky octopus.
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