The Mad Dash

I was leaving work the other day and almost laughed out loud at what I saw:  Several adults, most of them older than me, making a mad dash out of the work doors and to their cars. Some even appeared to have a slight trot or skip in their step. And I'm not ashamed to say, I was one of them. There's just nothing like seeing the magic numbers, 4:30, come up on my computer or the computer kiosk I clock in and out on, knowing I'm finally free for the day!