Before I left the office
this evening, I wandered down the row of developer cube
s to see if anybody was still there. It was 7:00 PM
, so I didn't bother with marketing
. In one of the cube
s, there was a pair of pants
and a shirt draped over a chair, and a pair of shoes
on the floor. I know that guy (we'll call him "Bob"), and in the evenings he often puts on those silly high-tech roller skates
those crazy kids these days wear, and he goes zooming around on the bike path
by the river. So that's what Bob must have been doing . . .
But for one brief moment, it seemed to me as if Bob had had an epiphany
, shed his clothes, and run out of the building and off across the parking lot, leaping joyfully, naked as the day he was born, intoxicated by freedom
I envied him.
Fly away, Bob! Someday we'll all join you!