You jolt awake in a frenzy, heart pumping, and glance at the clock. Then you look for your bag, yep, still fucking there. Alright. Another day of this shit. Maybe today you can get to work. Let's go. You pack your bag and head out the door. There are kids playing tag. A young girl hanging up a lost dog poster. A couple taking selfies in front of a brick wall. You keep pushing on. A businesswoman talks too loudly on her phone. You look around for Greg and his red baseball cap, hoping to stop him before he even gets to the office building. While you are looking around a person in a long green jacket stumbles into you, and you feel a tug on your shoulder. You turn back to see the teen in a jean jacket and beanie running away at full speed. With your bag. Mother fucker!
What do you do?
