Right place, wrong time.

Ever leave early... Think you were early, only to find out that you're late? Here you are thinking you'll have this peaceful relaxed start to the day and WHAM! Suddenly you feel like the white rabbit.




It's particularly discouraging. I'm typically struggling to be sure I'm on time, and I'm getting pretty good at it, so to have a major success turn into a total failure is really, well, crappy.

What I really want to do is crawl back into bed and start over.

I showed up this morning to a crowd at the door, and thought, "uh oh". There were 9 or 10, but it felt like 100. I was barked at by the janitor, and could only say lamely, "I thought I was early."



"BARK! BARK!" And the door slams behind him.

Anybody have their finger to the rewind button? I sure could use a do-over.

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