While peering out my sunny classroom window today, I noticed you bounding down the sidewalk in aerobic stride. Like the ubiquitous paintings placed in a physician's waiting room you, the jogger, coalesced into the peaceful suburban setting. But then your presence in the scene caught my attention. Maybe it was the neon orange shoes you wore, but I noticed you, really noticed you.
I glanced at my red and white clock hanging on the opposite wall, and took note of the time: 1:52 pm. So here is my question: How exactly do you earn a living? Are you self-employed with flexible hours? Are you a stay at home parent with a live-in nanny or school-aged children? Do you work nights? Are you a trust fund baby? Was today your day off?
Please forgive my nosiness, but I simply must ask because if seized by the urge to partake in some early afternoon exercise, I'd like to know the accompanying profession. Most days after work I'm exhausted and can't find the energy to workout. Maybe if I jogged earlier in the day, then I would have plenty of strength! Please, please enlighten me to your bourgeoisie way.
Held captive to scheduled hours of my day, I first felt envious of your liberated calendar. However, on second thought, the idea of pounding pavement while dripping sweat on such a glorious day appeals to me not. If given the chance of freedom on a blissful bright afternoon, I would find a million other things to do besides run. So, tomorrow if I happen to catch sight of you again, I will salute you in wave for your dedicated effort. Carpe Diem.
~Truly, Cinderella (the working class Cinde, of course)
P.S. But really, what do you do?
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