I rode to a job interview at a pizza restaurant.
Discovered that my dress shoes are longer than my tennis shoes. That meant guaranteed heel strike on my panniers every time the crank went around. Since I was in a hurry, the work around was to put my feet on the pedals and not in the toe clips. The toe clips scraped the pavement, but at least I wasn't kicking my pannier off the bike every 3 feet.
On the way back, I stopped at a couple of grocery stores and then after writing the thank you letter for the interview, rode to the post office to mail it. I saw a muskrat swimming in the creek when I stopped to look. Saw fish swimming in another creek.