The other day I wrote about how I’ve been turning into my mother, because on most nights, I can’t make it through whatever my wife and I are watching without passing out on the couch.
This morning, I realized I’m turning into my father, too.
It’s always disappointing — if not a little soul-crushing — when the highlights of your youth don’t hold up to the scrutiny of adulthood.
Thankfully, the opposite happened with my most recent screening of the original “Point Break.”
Are you the type of person who gets to know the service industry people with whom you regularly interact? Like the barista at your corner Starbucks or the server at your daily lunch spot?
I’m not. But I’d like to be.
Recently, I wrote about how I wanted to take cold showers but couldn’t.
This morning, I decided I could.
Just do it, right?
As I was walking into my office building, I did a quick turn of the head to see if anyone was coming behind me.
There was, and she was in No Man’s Land — far enough that I could conceivably not hold the door for her, close enough that it’d be awkward/rude if I didn’t.
And I had no idea what to do.