Monday

     Monday morning

Cars rush past me as I sit on the stoop, a hot cup of coffee in hand. Drivers of all ages on their way to someplace with looks of anxiety as some apply makeup while others scream at back seat riders to quit messing with a sibling. I can read the lips of some saying, “It’s too damn early for this" Minivans fly past me trying to stay on time for carpool, and every so often one passes with a single driver sipping a cup of Starbucks. The lucky few. Kids run to catch the school bus dropping backpacks retrieved by a fellow rider and so it is Monday. A mom in her robe runs after the bus with a brown paper bag and a teenage boy who probably stayed up half the night playing video games loses an untied sneaker on the step of the bus as the door closes. I see a businessman using an electric razor as he speaks hands-free probably to his office telling them he's running a bit late.

     After a few hectic minutes, the school bus is out of sight and moms with preschoolers wave and go inside to go on with their day. Elderly drivers head to doctors appointments and those of us who have absolutely nothing to do this Monday, pour another cup of coffee and wait for the return ride home. 

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