“I come from the future!” said the voice dramatically.
It was odd… the person standing in front of me in the parking lot looked exactly like me, except he was dressed a little differently.
“Ummm, I’m running late,” I said, shoving past him. People are always stopping me in the parking lot and wanting to chit-chat.
“Stop!” commanded the voice, even more dramatically. “I come bearing a message… (dramatic pause) FROM THE FUTURE.”
“Let me guess,” I frowned. “You’re Year-From-Now Jack and you’ve come back to inspire me to kick my healthy living journey into a higher gear?”
“Not so much,” Future Jack shrugged. “I’m actually from tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?” I said, scratching my head.
“TOMORROW,” he boomed dramatically.
“Like ‘tomorrow’ figuratively or ‘tomorrow’ literally?” I asked.
“You know, I still get those two mixed up,” answered Future Jack. “Like, I just tweeted that I ran on the treadmill until my heart literally exploded...”
“I hope you’re not here to tell me to live life as if I were going to die tomorrow,” I said sternly. “Because last time somebody told me to do that, I maxed out my credit card at Brookstone.”
“But you needed that spinning tie rack and helicopter-mounted digital camera,” argued Future Jack.
“Why are you here then?” I asked.
“To give you this reminder,” smiled Future Jack. “The tomorrow you’re committed to doesn’t start with me; it starts with you.”
“How’d you get so smart?” I asked.
He gave me a smile and a wink: “I’m older than you.”