Strangers on a Train part 1
“Goddamnit!” I muttered to myself frustrated and exhausted as I emerged from the the revolving doors of the towering steel and glass skyscraper where I had spent another grueling day fighting the good fight known as advertising. The foggy drizzle that had been a persistent nuisance all day had finally given way to a full on deluge and I had forgotten to bring an umbrella to work with me this morning. “Better just make a run for it ,” I thought as I pulled the New York Times broadsheet from my tan calfskin attaché and fashioned it into a makeshift barrier between me and the elements. At 33yrs of age, I was no longer the 18yr old specimen I once was, but daily boxing session with a personal trainer had kept me in excellent shape …