Peter walked into the deli-mart located on the same corner where he had gotten off of the bus. To enter this particular store, one would have to push a pull handle on the door. Peter hated this; people pulling on push-bars or pushing pull handles all day with out blinking an eye.
No one ever complained. No one ever said, “Hey, why don’t you put the proper handles, ones that are congruent with traffic flow and the direction in which the door swings.” Peter knew the difference and the sheer lack of any planning combined with the blatant crappy craftsmanship got under his skin.
He quickly picked up a small plastic, blue-handled basket and proceeded directly to the dairy case. He grabbed four quarts of fat free milk and a dozen eggs.
Before letting the glass door swing back closed, he deftly drew a smiley face on the inside of the now foggy door. Peter turned, contented with the positive affirmation left behind, kind of neutralizing the bitter feeling he was still sort of harboring from having to push the pull handle and went down isle three.
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POWERHOUSE Chapter 2, Section 4
Thursday, February 24th, 2011PowerHouse Chapter 2, Section 3
Wednesday, October 6th, 2010Oh well, Peter now had six minutes to kill. Then next train was at 6:19. This would throw off Peter’s own synchronicity. How many people in the city waited for the tall handsome stranger to walk in at the usual time? Now he would be late. He wondered if anyone else noticed all the tiny things in sync like he did.
The concept of time and losing time began to float into Peter’s head. He shook it off. Peter now had thirty-eight minutes to get from Union Square to the East River (FDR) Drive, which was eight avenues out. Along the way he had to stop and pick up breakfast, as well as food and drink to last him throughout the day.
PowerHouse Chapter 2, Section 2
Tuesday, August 31st, 2010As he pulled the door open and felt the cold air first hit his now warmed skin, Peter watched the dogs tear out of the building, as each would make his or her own exit, streams of steaming breath flowed from their gaping mouths. Invigorated now by the cold air, the dogs pulled poor John harder than ever. He was out the door in a heartbeat and halfway to second ave.
Peter let the heavy glass door slowly swing back to place as he sauntered out into the brightening morning . Living on the east side of the city was definitely a benefit, Peter thought as he began noticing the beautiful sunrise; which he did every morning provided he wasn’t too hung over or if it was going to rain.
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