The Day off
Narrative/Personal Experience
The Day Off
It was a nice, hot, and sunny day in Studio City. At the time I was living in LA with my girlfriend, Ally. It was about 9 in the morning, when I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. She and I rarely were able to coordinate the same days off of work; it just happened that we were both off that day. Happily waking up that morning, I got strait in the shower not realizing I was still half asleep and forgot a towel. Not wanting to disrupt my girlfriend’s focus, I attempted to quietly sneak my way out of the bathroom into the cold hallway in need of a towel. Living in LA the air conditioner is always on full blast even the tile on the floor was freezing my feet. The moment goose bumps appeared on my skin I was wide awake. It was now about 9:15am. In need of a day of relaxation I anticipated having no plans. That is when it happened; I got “the call” My friend Trish from Santa Fe, New Mexico was on vacation with her two kids in downtown LA! I hadn’t yet had the opportunity to meet her kids Haley her teenage daughter, and Antonio her 8 year old son. On the phone hysterically crying I immediately tried calming her down in hopes to figure out what the problem was. After a few minutes of kindhearted conversation, I determined she was having a panic attack. She then explained to me how terrified she was to drive. I promptly volunteered to help her, knowing how scary a panic attack can be as I myself have experienced one prior to this date. Although this was not quite the relaxing day I had planned on having, I was happy to help. Shortly after I hung up, I acknowledged I was still dripping wet in the middle of the living room without a towel. Completely disregarding my initial thought of trying not to interrupt Allys focus on breakfast.
After quickly getting dressed, I apologized to ally before telling her we would need our breakfast to go. Luckily ally and I lived fairly close to their hotel, of course depending on the day
The Day Off
It was a nice, hot, and sunny day in Studio City. At the time I was living in LA with my girlfriend, Ally. It was about 9 in the morning, when I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. She and I rarely were able to coordinate the same days off of work; it just happened that we were both off that day. Happily waking up that morning, I got strait in the shower not realizing I was still half asleep and forgot a towel. Not wanting to disrupt my girlfriend’s focus, I attempted to quietly sneak my way out of the bathroom into the cold hallway in need of a towel. Living in LA the air conditioner is always on full blast even the tile on the floor was freezing my feet. The moment goose bumps appeared on my skin I was wide awake. It was now about 9:15am. In need of a day of relaxation I anticipated having no plans. That is when it happened; I got “the call” My friend Trish from Santa Fe, New Mexico was on vacation with her two kids in downtown LA! I hadn’t yet had the opportunity to meet her kids Haley her teenage daughter, and Antonio her 8 year old son. On the phone hysterically crying I immediately tried calming her down in hopes to figure out what the problem was. After a few minutes of kindhearted conversation, I determined she was having a panic attack. She then explained to me how terrified she was to drive. I promptly volunteered to help her, knowing how scary a panic attack can be as I myself have experienced one prior to this date. Although this was not quite the relaxing day I had planned on having, I was happy to help. Shortly after I hung up, I acknowledged I was still dripping wet in the middle of the living room without a towel. Completely disregarding my initial thought of trying not to interrupt Allys focus on breakfast.
After quickly getting dressed, I apologized to ally before telling her we would need our breakfast to go. Luckily ally and I lived fairly close to their hotel, of course depending on the day