Addison Gonzales [@wakeupfarah, @the-wild-things]
Big Apple Interns
Sept. 26, 2012

Being the idiot that I am, I was in a rush to meet Lily and another intern, Kat, downtown. I was late, as usual, but didn’t want to hear Lily’s usual rants about my casual yet quirky complete incapability to be on time for anything. So in an attempt to skip her spiel, I kicked it into high-gear and ran from 9th avenue to 6th avenue, presumably looking like a psycho the entire time. The second I turned from 42nd onto 6th, the sweet aromas of the pumpkin spice latte that only comes around during fall and I had yearned for, for so long, hit me like a ton of bricks. I glanced down at my phone to see that I still had 20 minutes until I was supposed to meet them. Perfect, I thought. After all, why would there be a long line at Starbucks at 4:30 on a Wednesday? 

As I stepped inside I saw exactly how wrong I was. It seems as though the scent of pumpkin had enticed others to make a mid-afternoon pick-up at Starbucks. Despite the line, I still managed to make it out of there with 7 minutes to spare. I was still ahead of schedule, and all was well. All I had to do now was walk across the park to meet the girls. Simple, right? 

As I walked I sipped my coffee and fell instantly in love with the taste like the sweet taste of an old lover’s lips against mine for the first time in years. I was in a state of sheer bliss. Suddenly, I felt my iPad slipping from underneath my arm and re-positioned it. As the iPad shifted into place, my bag tipped over dropping my phone and nearly spilling my coffee. I quickly tried to gain my balance, but it was to no avail and in true domino effect, it all fell. My iPad, my purse, and my phone had all made their way to the ground and there they sat in a puddle of the most delicious latte I had ever encountered. 

I had no idea of what to do next, so I picked up my drenched belongings and made my way toward our designated meeting spot on the great lawn. Having lost track of time after my spill, I half expected to see a disappointed Lily standing before me, tapping her foot, and primed with a sarcastic remark. However, in an ironic twist of fate, Lily and Kat were late. Time and lattes had betrayed me once again. 

I sat in Bryant Park close to tears, staring down at the tiny table that essentially held everything necessary to keep my life afloat: my phone, my ipad, my purse that cost nearly an entire month’s rent, and a delicious half-empty pumpkin spice latte that I had been yearning for since mid-July. My heart broke by the second as I looked down at what I’d done in my haste to be on time for once. Just goes to show you, nothing good has ever come from being on time. 

Lost in my trance, I barely noticed Lily when she walked up to me. It was not until she tapped my shoulder and spouted a cheerful, “What’s up buttercup? This is Kat, the intern I was telling you about. Kat, Addie. Addie, Kat.”
I ignored her cheerfulness and her intro, instead I turned my eyes up towards her and gave her the most pathetic look I could muster up. “My life is over.”
“What do you mean?” Kat asked, genuinely concerned. 
Lily, on the other hand who was used to my neurotic over-dramatizations, chimed in with an unsympathetic, “What now?”
I knew I was being dramatic, but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t even put what had just happened into words. I ended up just staring back and forth at them, then at the table until it sunk in for them. And as it did, Lily’s lack of sympathy turned to genuine concern since she was just as attached to her possessions as I was, she gasped, “What did you do?!” 
“I-I-I-,“ I stammered. “I was trying to be on time. I’m always late.” A tear streamed down my face, despite my own intentions, “I just wanted to be on time for once.” I then proceeded to explain my whole clumsy ordeal to both girls. 
Lily sat there, concerned yet giggling at my domino effect. While Kat, being more levelheaded than us tech-obsessed drama queens, assured us that it could be fixed and that everything would be fine. 

With that, I finally calmed down and allowed myself to realize how dumb my whole freak-out was. I sighed heavily and announced, “Yeah, if this is what happens when I’m on time, then I’m never going to be on time for anything ever again.”

Lily rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth, “I’m pretty sure that was going to happen anyway.” 

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And this is why we don't come up with story ideas at 4 AM. The worst part? I actually cut a lot of the a lot of the stupidity out of this lol.
Oh well, this is the first thing I've written in a while so I was bound to be really rusty right? [Just nod along and agree with me so I can feel better about myself, please.]
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