Who Let Him In?

I just opened a new container of Folgers here at work and I notices on the foil seal that there's this whole campaign from the Arthritis Foundation. It says that Folgers has been commended by the Arthritis Foundation for "easy to open seal and easy to hold and handle." That's awesome. I just found it funny because coffee causes inflammation, which, as far as I know, really makes your joints hurt if you have arthritis. It's like, "Hey, this device to drop this anvil on my head is very ergonomic. I'll take it."

I dropped my car off at the shop this morning and rode back to work. I took Westchester Parkway because it's an easier ride; basically flat ground. As I approached Loyola, I noticed a roadblock up ahead, complete with the cops. I thought, "Oh, fuck. Now I'll have to make a huge detour and take longer getting to work." I noticed that the traffic in the opposite direction was still flowing. Hmmm, what should I do? I cross the street, ride by the two cops talking to each other, and cross back over to the blocked off side. I thought it was funny because I could've just rode my bike past them whistling. And it was no big deal to be blocked off, they were just filming down the street. I just had this big debate in my head because I should take another route, but I didn't want to. I'm going to keep going, they're not going to stop me. Maybe I'll just ride on the sidewalk. I'll just go across the street. I thought they'd like chase me down or draw their guns out and they didn't even care.

I tried to look to see if I could see anyone I recognized, but didn't try too hard. I didn't want to crash in front of the whole crew. I did, however, want to stop by the catering table. There was this huge long table full of food.