As I sat in my Christopher Lowell tan chair and gazed out the seventh floor window of my office I breathed a sigh of contentment and bit into my perfect red delicious apple. I can see the big black elephant Denali nestled into her spot in the parking lot below. She looks clean and shiny - from this distance.
And as my eyes are focused upon the mammoth SUV, a tiny little green Cherokee pulls into the spot next to mine. He carefully opens the door and as I take a large, vicious bite out of the fleshy apple a single thought enters my brain: Push the panic button.
I smile with glee as I think of my boss, Lawyerman #3 jumping like a scared feline at the sound of the large after-market alarm system rang in his tiny little ears!
With joy, I smile at this wonderous thought.
And then frown.
I don't know how to work the "Panic" button.
Somehow my apple didn't taste as sweet after that.