Mike Beats Ike to Office!

I'm not averse to change. I welcome the unexpected in my life, and can glory in the little surprises that life delivers on occasion. So don't get me wrong when I say that something crazy happened today. It was a good kind of crazy.

See, Ike comes to the office at eight every morning. It's like clockwork - like one of those guys in the movies that works at a clock store or sells bow ties, whose life is so perfectly regular that we laugh. Even if Nate, who comes down the same freeway as Ike does, gets stuck behind a rolled-over semi and arrives an hour later than anticipated, Ike gets in at eight. Like he teleports. He eats the same PBJ for lunch each day, and is gone at 5 each evening.

Mike, on the other hand (we really do have a Mike and an Ike) staggers in with his cap on backwards sometime between 9 and 10, may or may not go to the gym between 11 and 2, then sits in front of his computer screen with a bottle of Pepto Bismol until about eight at night, or midnight, or maybe he leaves at five. It depends.

So imagine my surprise when Mike arrived at the office before Ike this morning! I heard the front door open and slam, the footsteps in the hallway. I reached for a wilted kiwi fruit to throw as he rounded the corner. Ike can appreciate jokes about kiwi fruit. But when it was Mike (PBJ in hand) instead of Ike, I dropped the kiwi and slapped my thigh in disbelief. It was so flabbergasting that I had to write about it to make sense of it all.