Last week, as I was stuffing the world's best snack, the banh mi, the Vietnamese sandwich specifically from the dark little hole under the Manhattan bridge that's open only five hours a day, down my gullet in a frenzied urge to maximize the sweet-hot-crispy-gooey-meaty-veggie taste sensation, I was also contemplating how it is that I'm chronically late.
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City Mouse, Country Mouse 2
Unless you are magically, cosmically, soulfully connected with your fellow travelers, just wandering around will very quickly wear everyone's patience thin...