Today on the way to work, I tripped up the stairs to the Metra and smudged my new dress and just missed the water taxi that would get me to work on time. Since the blister on my heel from my new boots is still pretty tender, I couldn't walk the mile and a half to work, so I grabbed a coffee to wait for the next water taxi. I promptly spilled that all down the front of my new dress, and got on the water taxi as The Shirelles played in my head. It was such a beautiful day in Chicago on the river that I couldn't stay mad.Larry should be careful. It's all lining up for me to literally run into a brutish, yet handsome blue collar worker and spill the contents of my briefcase into a big puddle and I'd hate him. At first.... Although it would really make more sense if Larry were a slimy corporate executive who cheats on me with his secretary, and we were engaged to be married next week. Then of course, Luke and I (because isn't his name always Luke? Plus we'd have to change Larry's name to Chad or Bryce or something) would fall in love, and I'd run away from my wedding to Bryce and go to the river all decked out in my wedding dress and Luke would be there and we'd ride off on the water taxi to eternal happiness!
You guys, why am I not writing rom coms? Are you there, Jennifer Aniston? It's me, Jessalynn. I'm your density.
