The other night I became Cruella Deville. The final minutes of my Clarke Kent job began to tick away and the pangs of hunger hit. So, I went into my faithful “monster bag” for relief. For the first time in forever there was NOTHING. No nuts. No soy milk. No fruit. No chips. Not even any candy that the loving guy at security gives me each morning. NOTHING. Minutes to go, and I think “eh, no worries. It’s only 20 minutes until I get home”. I run downstairs and my train is right there! I’m thinking “Kimet”. We are rolling along just fine and then lurch! The train stops on the bridge for like 25 minutes. And then came Cruella!
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