Rick absent-mindedly thumbed through the change in his pocket as he walked into work. As a general practice, he parked in the very last row of the lot in order to a bit more exercise. Combined with the habit of always taking the stairs, he hoped that he was burning a least a few of the calories coming from the muffin he ate for breakfast.
About halfway to the entrance, he began to get a dull headache behind his eyes. As a distraction, he pulled out a coin from his coat pocket hoping it was a quarter. He didn’t collect the 50 state quarters, but he found it distracting enough to see which states he had collected while going about everyday life. He hoped it would be a new Montana quarter.
To his surprise, he found the weathered image of King Kamehameha I staring back at him. Reading the state motto, Ua mau ke ea o ka
‘aina i ka pono, his headache worsened when he considered its meaning. Pausing to get a deep breath of the chilly morning air, he put the Hawaii quarter back in his pocket and fished for ibuprofen in his other pocket.
“Looks like a three-pill day,” he muttered to himself as he swallowed them. Rick did not like swallowing them without a drink of some kind, but there’s no water fountain or anything else until he comes off the stairs on the third floor.
He thought to himself about the assorted paper-pushing projects sitting on his desk and let out a groan. He comforted himself that it was Thursday and that the weekend was near. Walking steadily, he made it to the front door and turned to take the stairs alone.
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