Thursday, December 19, 2013

The C Mark.

I hit 100,000 miles once. It was so cold outside, and we were on the interstate. Someone very important was beside me, and I found that to be symbolic.

"Look," I told him. "I just hit a hundred thousand."

His response was some gutteral sound, that told me he wasn't as impressed as I was. I had picked up green tea for both of us, before getting him from his parents' place. He didn't drink coffee.

We were headed to gather my remaining belongings from my old apartment and relocate them to my new apartment.

The short, sweet moral is this: when you hit milestones, make sure you've got someone next to you who likes coffee.

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