Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Today I was running early, for once, to an appointment. I had finished up all the things on the do list (they were happily crossed off one by one on the notepad). I had found as perfect as perfect can be parking space. I went to look for change for the meter and found none. Only pennies. I searched the whole car. Lying flat on my stomach, my legs dangling outside (while I was wearing a skirt, too!) there was no loose change to be found. Getting out of the car and losing my balance on the icy pavement, I realized that no matter how hard I try I will always be late. No amount of planning ahead or being lucky is going to thwart fate from making me late. Every Tuesday. Dammit.