“There cannot be a crisis next week. My schedule is already full.” Henry A. Kissinger
A few years ago a friend was describing the various criteria she used in shopping for a new car. This very intelligent, no-nonsense woman went on at length about the importance of a good cup holder. Her experience was that most were just too small for a “Big Gulp” and that was unacceptable to her. I teased her about it at the time, but she never wavered from her convictions. Fast forward to this week…
My week was booked solid with appointments starting at 8:30 and running through to 5 pm and beyond. On Thursday morning, exhausted and stressed from the intense schedule, I noticed my husband prowling around the house – searching. When asked, he explained he was worried about his Mom getting in his truck. He was taking her for a doctor’s appointment that day so he was searching for something to help her step up and into the truck. His Mom had a stroke some years ago and his concern was well founded as her mobility is not very good. I suggested we trade vehicles for the day – he could take my car and I would take his truck. Problem solved — for him.
I hate driving the “Bubba Truck” and should have known I was in trouble as I struggled to climb into the truck in the skirt I was wearing that day. Hubby leans in and warns me: “Now this is a FORD truck. Remember there is about a 3 second lag when you shift to reverse.” Yeah, yeah, I won’t be driving in reverse. I am a little early, so I decide to stop for my favorite drink, a 44 oz. diet coke from Sonic. It’s not the drink, but the ice that I love – plus it lasts all day and I needed the caffeine. I rumble into the local Sonic and order my drink. Uh-oh, no wallet in my purse, no money, no license. Hubby had taken it out looking for a gas card. Paying the carhop with all the loose change I could scrounge in my purse, I head back home to get my wallet. As I turned out of the drive thru, my 44 oz drink went airborne, covering the passenger side of the truck, narrowly missing my LSU purple Coach purse. NOW, I am going to be late and call to warn my team to start without me. I pull in the driveway, leave my phone ringing in the truck and rush into the house to find the wallet and get a towel to clean up the mess. First bathroom, no towels. The second has so many, that when I pull out a beach towel, the whole stack spills onto the floor. Darn, I just organized all that a few days ago. Finally, wallet and towel in hand, I am out the door and on my way. I was only 30 minutes late for my meeting. Not so bad, all things considered. Once I got to the meeting site, I pulled out my Zentangle supplies and started working on my Diva Challenge tile for the week as I listened. By the time I had finished the tile, my focus was back and the day went on as planned.
I called my friend to share the mornings antics and let her know I have a new respect for her cup holder obsession. We laugh together and I wonder why my husband didn’t have the good sense to tell me about something as important as his crummy cup holder when he warned me about a 3 second lag for reverse. I mean, where are his priorities!