False start

Some sunny day in London, in the British Museum. A place I’ve heard a lot about and have wanted to visit for a while. All expenses paid. My shoes are killing me. They’re business shoes, I guess they’re supposed to. My mind isn’t here. It’s somewhere else, in a small conference room with cheap carpet. With a lingering, stuff smell of 20 perspiring maybes. Unfortunately, my feedback started with “Unfortunately”. Hence, it’s ironic I find myself here when I don’t want to be here.

But not this time