Steep Stairs:
Why am I never ever fit enough for the Museum steps? I’m wheezing by the top.
Time Warps:
I love how every morning, when I check the time on the transfer machine at the subway, I think “that’s okay, add a few minutes to that, and I’ll still be on time when I get to my stop”. Then I get to my stop, and it is *exactly* the same time as when I got on. I mean, it works in my favour, and it’s a nice surprise, but it makes me feel like time stops when I’m underground. Maybe that’s why moles look so youthful…
Lucky Little Kids:
Near where I work, there is a semi-private school where the kids come out into a field and plays games every morning. It is both awesome and sad. Awesome because that is the way it should be. Sad, cuz I have to walk past the hula hoops, coloured cones, and beanbag games every morning to go sit in a cube… Our priorities are wrong.