A cancelled appointment means ducking into a theatre
Was downtown the other day on a nice spring day. Ended up walking under the Manhattan Bridge.
It was pretty deserted where I was so I had some time to my thoughts.
Ended up walking past a model shoot and thought that they must be burning up as the midday sun hit high noon.
A client cancelled a meeting on me the other day so I was trying to figure out what I should put in its place: Another meeting? Catch up on some reading? Organize some files?
It was glorious.
There were only three other people in the entire theatre, the air conditioning was no joke, and the film was pretty good.
As I thought when I was downtown, there’s something luxurious about solitude in the big city. It’s hard finding room to be left alone.
Afterward, went home feeling like a billionaire. That is, until I got the chime that told me to get back to work.
Him: Where were you?
Me: Important meeting. Couldn’t wait. So, I reviewed your papers…