You’re walking down the street one cloudy morning. You stop at Starbucks for a tall late that you cash in as a small, strategic victory. The street looks busy with people but you make your way with ease holding the coffee cup up as you walk, turn the corner and face the ten minutes park-side path to the office. Before you can even start to figure out the strangeness in the familiar sight, a guy dressed up in a gorilla suit jumps off the side of the walkway, grabbing your shoulders as you spill your coffee over your hand and sleeve. Your heart makes a sudden start, pounding violently as the dressed-up man races you around with his powerful hands up.
Some thousand miles and several months away a man in a blue suit chuckles in his business class seat, his unspilled white wine waltzing the gentle quivering of the Boeing 747 as it cruises the Atlantic Ocean.
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