Usually the city is plain CRAZY to maneuver through on the way to work. There is an infinite amount of obstacles just waiting to take you down, but somehow when the buildings are all gussied up in their Christmas-y finest, getting body checked, trampled, and yelled at (by the one inevitably crazy lady standing between you and the lobby door) seems totally worth it. And it is! Because a) I have to be there anyway and b) these things make us more well rounded. Right? Body check, anyone?
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