 stupid mobile phone alarm is shouting out loud.
oh no, 7.30am, go shower, and catch the train, shit!!
bye-kiss hubby and quickly lock the door. i'm off.
10 minutes to the next train.
i walk down to the station, routine view: doggies gathering in the park and people in business suite busy with their blackberry, catching same train.
blue sky, morning fresh air, plug ipod on and take one long deep breath. a w a k e.
a smile to a barrista, took first zip of my cheap coffee.
train is coming.
hop in and then a quick scan find an empty seat.
none. ok i'll survive.
hop off. quickly run, catch the tram.
latrobe st, hop off. Tin's already there.
"you're late! quick have your smoke"
"fine!"
"what time you finish today?"
"it's thursday, i do closing"
"fuck, you better be awake"
"i know"
"let's go,we're late"
"wait, where is my hat and apron?"
"ah you, here, use mine! i'll talk to him!"
"sorry, i was in a hurry"
"whatever!"
end
*i thought phrase "get over " does exist. it might does but it hasn't.
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