Mark’s POV
“Good luck today!” Amanda tells me as I grab my briefcase and head for the door. She even gives me a little kiss on the cheek, like we are some old married couple as the hubby heads off to work.
Oh, right! We actually ARE an old married couple at this point, and I really am heading off to work. We are becoming a cliche! Somehow I always expecting that when I became an adult, I’d do things differently than other people. That somehow I’d be cooler than other people. But then again, I had hoped to be a nascar driver when I grew up. Or a Pokemon trainer. I sure was bummed out when I realized that wasn’t a real thing.
The traffic wasn’t all that bad this morning as I headed west from Portland’s Pearl district to Beaverton, where Fantasy Footwear had located their headq
