Some days are made to waltz right through with everything going your way. On those days the traffic lights stay green, everything you take out of your closet fits and doesn't need to be ironed. On those days you find everything you need when you need it. The bonus is that someone buys you lunch. Those days are bliss. Other days are not.
The other days are days of red lights, missed appointments and people who simply refuse to listen to reason. Those are the days that try the patience of a saint and require a shot of whiskey at the end of them. Okay, maybe not whiskey, vodka.
Those are the days when you think to yourself, "It can't get any worse." Uh oh! The Universe has been challenged and has ,accepted. Today the Universe won.
Today was filled with frustration from the beginning. I couldn't find a pair of clean socks. The essentials of my briefcase were scattered around the house. Only one of the earrings I wanted to wear showed up for duty. Finally, I made it to work, where I spoke in measured reasoned tones with wisdom and grace and no one paid any attention at all.
Uttering the fateful words, "How can this day get any worse?" I trundled off to do a visit. A retired couple in the congregation wanted me to go with them to visit an 80 year old who was too busy to come to church but wanted to meet the minister. Clue #1. Having been given the wrong address, it took me fifteen minutes and the help of the office administrator to find the correct destination. Apologizing profusely, I took off my coat and was escorted to the dining room table.
The table was lovely. An arrangement of spring flowers sat in the middle. Brightly colored napkins were set at each place. The two women went off to the kitchen to see about dessert, while the husband of the couple and I chatted. They returned carrying mugs of steaming liquid which they sat proudly at each place. My heart sank. The mug read "Coffee". I hate coffee. I don't like the smell. I don't like the taste. I don't like coffee flavored anything. I hate coffee. But there it was, a full steaming mug of freshly brewed coffee waiting for me to indulge. My mother raised me right, I cannot with any sense of dignity refuse hospitality. I had no choice. I poured lots of cream into it and spent the next hour sipping. The offers of another cup were politely declined as I assured them that this much caffeine this late in the day would keep me up.
Once I had my head around the coffee issue and had come to terms with it, out came the pie. "Oh," I thought to myself, "lemon meringue. I love it!" Once the pie was in front of me, I noticed something strange. There were bananas peeking out of the bottom of the slice. "Oh no, not lemon meringue. Banana. " I have the same affinity for banana cream pie as I do for coffee. At least there was sugar involved this time.
The moral of the story is that the Universe should not be tempted lest you end up with coffee and banana cream pie and the upset stomach to go with it. Tomorrow has got to be better! I think tomorrow's question will be "How much better can this day get?" Who knows maybe that will make a glass of ice cold Coke and order of fries show up!
The other days are days of red lights, missed appointments and people who simply refuse to listen to reason. Those are the days that try the patience of a saint and require a shot of whiskey at the end of them. Okay, maybe not whiskey, vodka.
Those are the days when you think to yourself, "It can't get any worse." Uh oh! The Universe has been challenged and has ,accepted. Today the Universe won.
Today was filled with frustration from the beginning. I couldn't find a pair of clean socks. The essentials of my briefcase were scattered around the house. Only one of the earrings I wanted to wear showed up for duty. Finally, I made it to work, where I spoke in measured reasoned tones with wisdom and grace and no one paid any attention at all.
Uttering the fateful words, "How can this day get any worse?" I trundled off to do a visit. A retired couple in the congregation wanted me to go with them to visit an 80 year old who was too busy to come to church but wanted to meet the minister. Clue #1. Having been given the wrong address, it took me fifteen minutes and the help of the office administrator to find the correct destination. Apologizing profusely, I took off my coat and was escorted to the dining room table.
The table was lovely. An arrangement of spring flowers sat in the middle. Brightly colored napkins were set at each place. The two women went off to the kitchen to see about dessert, while the husband of the couple and I chatted. They returned carrying mugs of steaming liquid which they sat proudly at each place. My heart sank. The mug read "Coffee". I hate coffee. I don't like the smell. I don't like the taste. I don't like coffee flavored anything. I hate coffee. But there it was, a full steaming mug of freshly brewed coffee waiting for me to indulge. My mother raised me right, I cannot with any sense of dignity refuse hospitality. I had no choice. I poured lots of cream into it and spent the next hour sipping. The offers of another cup were politely declined as I assured them that this much caffeine this late in the day would keep me up.
Once I had my head around the coffee issue and had come to terms with it, out came the pie. "Oh," I thought to myself, "lemon meringue. I love it!" Once the pie was in front of me, I noticed something strange. There were bananas peeking out of the bottom of the slice. "Oh no, not lemon meringue. Banana. " I have the same affinity for banana cream pie as I do for coffee. At least there was sugar involved this time.
The moral of the story is that the Universe should not be tempted lest you end up with coffee and banana cream pie and the upset stomach to go with it. Tomorrow has got to be better! I think tomorrow's question will be "How much better can this day get?" Who knows maybe that will make a glass of ice cold Coke and order of fries show up!
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