Just one day. Just one freaking day!
We get the weekend off and what do we do? Clean the house, get the groceries, wash the laundry, sleep, watching National Geographic because we're too out of it to change the channel when a show about sloths comes on.
What about that magical day in the middle of a hard week? You know the one--the one you could potentially take off, but don't. Call in on a Wednesday and they know you're sick. Call in on a Friday and they know you're partying. Call work. Take that sick day.
Now, you've been given one day to prowl the world while others work. What do you do with it? What does your inner Ferris Bueller do?
Go to a movie and sit in the middle of an empty theater and kick your feet up because you can?
Sit at an outdoor patio restaurant and watch the work-a-day people rush by?
How about going into an import exotic food store and smell all the teas and taste all the samplers?
Maybe you would go to the library, pick out a stack of books, kick back and read in blissful silence?
It might be the ideal day for a museum when they're empty and quiet and cool.
Wander the mall window shopping, trying on things you would never ever normally wear. Have lunch in the food court while it's empty.
And, if you're really feeling it, get into a convertible and drive downtown. Go to a restaurant in the tallest building. See a baseball game. Get caught up in a parade and sneak back home before anyone knows you took the day off.
Report back to me. I want to know what you do when you take a Ferris day off. I'm doing it next week. I will report back, I promise! I will even get video. Julie and I are going to hit the road.
