It was Friday afternoon; the cool September breeze was inviting. As I walked downtown towards the corner of 16th Street Mall and California, I was tempted by the aroma coming from my favorite café, The Starbucks Coffee.
A few moments after, I ordered my favorite cup and tucked myself in one of its comfy couches. Soon, my senses were abruptly occupied by the sight of people rushing and dashing into different directions. As my lips tasted the first sip of Iced White Chocolate Mocha, my mind wandered over the busy and bustling scene outside. Everyone was in a hurry as office hours were over and indeed another Friday was quickly wrapping up. You could easily tell from the faces of each and everyone who passed me by that time, the sheer excitement of another day that has gone and another weekend seemingly long and readying itself to unfold. As I rolled my eyes on the other side of the street, a view of a large pile of people—different folks and from all walks of life—can be seen in synch and staring at the approaching Light Rail Transit. The caterpillar-like train stopped and momentarily hid them from my view. Till I heard the olden-time sounding recorded voice: “This is the 16th and California Station, stand clear. The doors are closing.”
With my already cold coffee almost half-empty the sun was finally on its way to set down—and I supposed rising up on the other side of the world, so to speak. Everything started to glisten; fancy night lights were turned on. I stood up and took the last sip of my drink and called it a day. I crossed the street and joined the bunch of people waiting for the next train. I was ready to head home. It is time to take pleasure of my own share of Friday night. Absolutely, like most of the people here would say as I whispered and smiled, Thank God, it’s Friday!
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