L'chaim

I was walking to the train this morning, smoking my second cigarette of the day, trying to decide whether I could feasibly call out of work on a day that I was supposed to work overtime because all I really want to do is watch "Love Actually" and weep, when somethin I have honestly never seen before pulled up in front of me.

It was a neon green truck, like a delivery truck. At first I thought it was Peapod -- it was that color green. I realized it wasn't Peapod when I discovered it was blaring spoken word through speakers on the outside -- not music, but a firm man giving you what-for.

The front of the truck bore the legend, "THE MITZVAH TANK."

As I walked around the side, the driver got out (the speaking didn't stop) and I saw that the "Mitzvah Tank"s purpose was "illuminating Illinois...one soul at a time."

It was not yet 8 AM. This was quite a spectacle, even for a day when I was on a second cigarette by the time I had crossed Welles Park. And frankly, it was too much for me and my poor heart to handle.

I scurried, but in just enough time to be almost sure that the Mitzvah driver was going into the Tai Chi dojo.