When my friend, Carol, read my post, It’s Psychological, she wrote to ask,
“You do know that running late doesn’t count as a workout, don’t you?” I
laughed and said, “Yes, I’ve heard that,” but then, being the good friend she
is, she softened it with, “That’s okay. If you’re always on time, people will
begin to expect it.” :)
Just to be clear – and totally honest,
I was on time once. Early, actually. And so very proud of myself I was when I
arrived a whole five minutes early at the place of the meeting I was to attend.
But as I turned the doorknob, I noticed a piece of paper taped to the door with
a note on it. It read: “Due to circumstances beyond our control, the meeting is
postponed until further notice.”
Disappointed doesn’t cover it.
(Prideful comes close.)
There I was – early for an appointment
for possibly the first and last time in my life and there was no one there to
witness it. Bummer! But to be fair, there is one more thing to my credit in
this department.
I am never late for church!
How could I be? Mr. H. stands at the
door looking at his watch, tapping his foot and every few minutes reminds me,
“It’s time to go.” The car is idling in the driveway, the door on my side
standing wide open.
“Okay, I’ll be right there!” I squeal –
a definite edge to my voice.
So, off I go. finally. Earrings in my
hand – sometimes shoes, too, I leap into the car, Mr. H. closes the door and
we’re on our way while I finish getting dressed. It’s about a 15 minute drive
and, by the time we pull onto the church parking lot, I’m all together and
ready to greet friends and acquaintances. I smile coolly as we walk in - as if I'd been ready for hours - and hope
they never guess I was an emotional wreck only 20 minutes ago.
One thing's for sure: they'll never find my picture beside the word, "Organized" in the dictionary!
4 comments:
So great, Peggy! You are funny. Don't know how you keep coming up with all these things. But don't stop.
Hilarious! Is there a Part Three?
Thanks, Dennis. I'm not planning a Part Three, but then, Part Two was sort of a surprise too.
It's okay if you are late to church as long as you come, been missing you and Mr. H very much. I love to look from the Choir Loft and see your smiling face.
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