I’m ‘on time’ more than most clocks you’ll ever own. One of the women with whom I lived, “D”, was late for everything – so she and I had to work something out.
Our agreement was simple: she got to CHOOSE the time we left – and those who were in the car at that precise time, got to leave with the car. What could be more fair?
It was a steamy, mid-August afternoon – you almost had to push the air out of the way when you moved. D. and I had to attend some miserable, dress-up, outdoor function. Halfway home she decided she needed to go to the grocery store for a few things.
“Oooooh,” I groaned.“
The car clock read 2:45 pm.
“Just 15 minutes!” she said. “Departure time will be 3:00pm – promise!” I leaned back and turned on the radio. Then, 2:50, 2:54. “Damn!” I thought, “I knew it!” 2:58 – 3:00pm. “OK, that’s it,” I said to myself. I backed out and started for the exit.
That’s when I saw her in the rear view mirror. She had a grocery bag in each hand and was running very well for a tall blond in heels. I had forgotten she was on the track team in high school. And she almost made it to the car!
The phone was ringing when I got home. I had a pretty good idea who it was.
D and I no longer live together.
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