“Where do you see yourself in ten years?”

His brain tries to spin his future. 

He doesn’t see himself driving a minivan to his suburban home with his wife and kids.

He also doesn’t see himself as a city dweller.  Working at corporate and returning to a small, lonely apartment.

None of these situations are him. 

He glances down at the yogurt lid attached to the note.

Yeah, it’s fun to try out restaurants, second act Spamalot, and spot celebrities; but nothing compared to the fun he had at the Office Olympics.