Some days, the universe gives unarguably clear signs where you should or should not be. Case in point, on my ride into work today, Pandora was absolutely rocking it. I mean, she WAS. ON. POINT. For most of my commute, I contemplated why I couldn’t just take a road trip and let her keep on her roll, but, alas, I have obligations. No sooner than I pull into the garage, yet another good song cues up to convince me not to leave. Begrudgingly, I grab my stuff and head in only to be greeted at the elevator by an unfamiliar coworker who had just refilled his enormous cup with (too much) crushed ice and some soda. We waited patiently for the elevator and then rode together to our respective floors, all while I held my tongue and shot him some of the most judgmental and astonished glares. He, however, was oblivious because he was too busy slurping and open-mouthed crunching his mouthfuls of ice.
So remember when we were driving, driving in your car . . .
Assisted Procrastination 
The Peanut Gallery