text: As the cold air hit my lungs I once again began to question my decision to move from San Diego to Chicago. It was seventy today in California yet today it's a balmy twelve degrees here. I wrapped my scarf around my neck and stepped out quickly to find something to eat for lunch. The savory smoke of the grill made my stomach growl and pulled me in like a bird-dog to the queue at the food vendor cart. As I stood huddled in the cold with the others I kept my hands deep in my pockets and stomped my feet to keep warm. The overhang of the skyscraper provided shelter from the wind but nothing more. When it was my turn to order, the man eyed me cautiously and looked around quickly, as if he was in trouble and I was a cop. He had to be at least 80, his face a tough leather football under a knitted cap pulled low over his eyes, and let's not talk about his teeth. He gestured for me to step in closer, as if to tell me a secret. "You look like a smart kid," he said in a thick accent, "Bruno's special today? Only five dollars." I nodded. He reached into a heated compartment and handed me a sandwich wrapped in foil. "Trust me, you won't regret it," he said, flashing his unmentionable teeth. Ten minutes later back in my cubicle, I took a bite of the sandwich. It was good, some sort of ham with cheese and sauerkraut. Each bite better than the last. Wow. And then it started. At first I thought I ate too fast; I felt dizzy and closed my eyes as the room began to spin. In the next instant my vision went blurry. I removed my glasses to rub my eyes and now could see perfectly without my glasses, everything was in sharp focus. *Now this is getting strange* I felt a tightness in my chest and oddly my shirt sleeves felt tight on my arms. *Gotta get to the bathroom now* In the hall I ran into Christine, my office crush. She’s way out of my league, won't even give me the time of day. But surprisingly her eyes widened and she stopped to talk to me. "Wow...say, have you been working out?" she said, touching her hair. "Not really... well maybe a little," I stammered as I rushed down the hall. "Sorry, I'm late for a meeting" I said. "Let's go have coffee sometime," she called after me as I rushed into the bathroom. I did a double-take as I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. This had to be a prank, it made no sense. In the bathroom mirror my reflection was now that of Hollywood actor Ryan Reynolds. I looked closely at the mirror, surely a hidden camera, some sort of elaborate prank, but no, it was me. Quite a remarkable sandwich, Bruno was right.