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One more trip to work

I admit that most mornings when I leave the house, it's like I'm sleepwalking, so it took me a few miles on my commute to work today to notice the sights around me. When I got to the bottom of the ramp onto the freeway, I almost froze. Instead of the usual flood of SUVs, oversized pick-ups, and minivans to merge into, there were gryphons. Men in suits, women in suits, workers in Carhartts, each one astride a beast that until now I thought was only myth. Sure, there were a few small cars on the road, Civics and Focuses, and I even passed one old but well-maintained VW Rabbit. But otherwise, it was as if everyone who had been driving 15 mile-per-gallon monsters had been upgraded to shiny, gold. . . gryphons. All doing 85 miles per hour, as per usual.

Needless to say I drove carefully, so as not to provoke the ire of a driver whose "vehicle" could dismantle me and my poor little car. My nerves kicked in again when I reached my exit, but everyone handled the ramp in an orderly manner, and soon I was turning into the my company's parking lot.

It was the strangest sight, all those gryphons standing in the parking lot. Just as my company forgot to build us enough conference rooms for meetings, it had also forgotten to build accommodations for large half-lion, half-eagle creatures. I carefully threaded my way through the—what, herd? flock?—so I could park my car, way off to the side, out of their way. I took a deep breath, grabbed my bag, and got out. I got a few eagle-eyed stares as I respectfully (I thought) walked to the office building's door. Gryphons are big, y'know, and those claws and beaks. . . well, I was glad I wore deodorant today because I was sweating by the time I got inside. Not that they really tried to threaten me. I wasn't their human, so they pretty much ignored me.

I got to my floor and everyone was busily working quietly, as usual. There were no conversations, and no e-mails discussing Bring Your Gryphon to Work Day or anything. So I just sat down, clicked the mouse, and opened up a computer file to start working.

Too bad I tend to work so late. I'll probably miss everyone else leaving for home. Believe me, if they were doing 85 on the way in, they'll be flying on the way home.

Note: In America, many employers sponsor "Bring Your Daughter to Work Day," which is meant to give young girls a glimpse into the work world, something that should show opportunities beyond the old, limited options women once had. Some companies broaden it to "Bring Your Children to Work Day," so young boys can have a similar look-see. I don't really picture "Bring Your Gryphon to Work Day" as anything of great benefit to a gryphon.

p.s. Happy Birthday, Lewis Carroll.



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Jan. 27th, 2006 04:59 pm (UTC)
Did you take some funny pills with your coffee this morning?
Jan. 27th, 2006 06:05 pm (UTC)
It's Rabbit Hole Day (Lewis Carroll's birthday.) A little nonsense is traditional.
Jan. 27th, 2006 06:27 pm (UTC)
AHHH! And I swore this year I would remember AND he said "Happy Birthday to Lewis Carroll at the end of his entry. I'm going to go drink more coffee now...
Jan. 27th, 2006 06:09 pm (UTC)
It's the second annual LiveJournal Rabbit Hole Day. Check out this link: http://crisper.livejournal.com/26562.html and maybe this one too: http://community.livejournal.com/rabbitholeday/ .
Jan. 27th, 2006 06:04 pm (UTC)
Be sure you know the difference between gryphons (or griffons,) griffins, and griffens. See Edward Ormondroyd's David and the Phoenix for a rundown. ;) Confusing the three types can be hazardous to your survival.
Jan. 27th, 2006 06:11 pm (UTC)
I was trying to stick with the Queen of Hearts-style gryphons. If different types of gryphons, griffons, griffins, and griffens get introduced... well I shudder to think of what rush hour could be like. I'll have to take the surface streets home.
Jan. 27th, 2006 06:27 pm (UTC)
Probably just as well. You know carbon dioxide is heavier that ordinary air. I think it settles into those freeway ditches around Detroit and poisons people's brains.
Jan. 27th, 2006 06:09 pm (UTC)
But, but, but ... you smell so *good* when you don't wear deodorant, songdog! *Rubs your tummy affectionately*
Jan. 27th, 2006 06:13 pm (UTC)
Thanks :) But today wasn't a good day to let any being smell fear.
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