As I walk out of my apartment, I glance at my watch–only 2 minutes behind. I walk through the humidity, jump into my shiny red beetle, and blast the AC (because even at 7am in South Florida it’s disgustingly hot).

I’m on the phone when suddenly I hear this thunderous sound which startles me to the point that my iPhone flies out of my hand and onto the floor by my feet. A motorcycle zooming by. Gets me Every. Single. Time!

Luckily (well, actually un-luckily) I’m in traffic that has Kendall Drive looking like a parking lot, so I don’t have much trouble getting my phone back. As I finished up my daily phone calls, I start thinking about what to do next. Continue reading →