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... the Love of my Life wanted to get to the nail salon for a scheduled appointment a few days back. We also needed to pick up some dry cleaning.  I suggested I knew a convenient route, we could do the latter on the way to getting to the former. 

I might mention that her nail salon is a couple of towns away, and it happens to be in the town I grew up in. I can be a bit cocky about the best routes for getting to places there. 

On the day in question.... she had to be there by 12:30 PM.  That was mission critical. 

I told her as we left our driveway we could pick up the pants and get to the salon too. Right after we picked up the pants, she became anxious about the salon and how I was taking my bloody time and ... YOU'RE NOT GOING TO MAKE IT. She started looking obsessively at the clock.

When we were in my home town I noticed one conveniently green light and said, "We can go straight here -- it wouldn't be my usual route but..."

"You aren't going to get there are you."

I proceeded. We didn't exchange any further words until I said,"Look up ahead. There's the sign."

Now I tap at the car's clock to draw her attention to it because, oddly, she isn't looking at it any more. 

Then I turn into the salon's parking lot. At 12:29 PM.

My words to her as she stepped out of the passenger side door -- and I swear the tone of my voice was expressive of my customary humility -- were, "In my business we have an expression for this -- beating the deadline to a bloody pulp!" 

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  1. Paul D. Van PeltMarch 20, 2024 at 10:46 AM

    Our loved ones want to remain so. Moreover, though, they want to be RIGHT.

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