Oh, Happy Day

I rarely try to listen to myself (you think YOU’VE got it bad?) much less remember whatever the hell I've said but I am quite pleased with myself; walking from the Metro to work this morning I was rolling my stuffed-to-the-gills suitcase alongside me on the sidewalk when I bumped into a co-worker who excitedly asked “oooh, where’re you going?” and I just nodded at my suitcase with a worried look & replied “the fucking bank.”