Everything in the store is half price! Hurry, don’t miss out on this once in a lifetime event.
I jumped up and grabbed the telephone, advertisement still in hand as I dialed my friend, Jean’s telephone number. I tapped my fingers nervously on the kitchen counter as I waited for her to answer her telephone. I was just about to hang up when Jean picked up the receiver.
“Hi, Jean its Lucy, do you want to go to the blowout sale with me?”
“Oh, Lucy, not today, I have so much to do – maybe tomorrow.”
“The sale is only for today. Can’t you put that other stuff off until tomorrow?”
“I wish I could, but Bob’s parents are coming for dinner.”
“Oh, sure, well talk to you soon.”
I hung up half angry with her and half disappointed in myself for being angry in the first place. So I do what I always do in these situations; I throw myself a pity party. As I sat brooding on the sofa, I realized just what a waste of time it was to ruin such a gorgeous day feeling sorry for myself, so I dressed and went to the sale alone.
As I approached the exit from Highway 35 that led to Steinmeyers I was immediately directed by a construction worker to follow the detour. I grumbled to myself can anything else go wrong today? Looking back over the day, I should have never asked that question.
This winding narrow dirt road was ¾ of a mile from the store entrance and needless to say, the traffic was at a standstill – lots of anxious shoppers looking for bargains.
As I inched my way up the road, I grew more and more annoyed with the entire situation and decided to make a u-turn and head back home. As I maneuvered my way to in the opposite direction, I suddenly heard a screeching noise and then I began to skid until I gained control of the car as it headed for the ravine.
I took a deep breath then checked out the car my rear right tire was flat as a pancake. Again I grumbled to no one “Oh, just great, this is just great, a blowout!”
I as stood there stewing in my juices and trying to get up the nerve to call my husband to rescue me, a truck pulled over to the shoulder. As the gentlemen exited the vehicle I noticed a sign on his front door that read, Life is fragile, handle it with pray.
Then the gentleman asked if he could help me. I laughed and said, “Too bad you didn’t drive past my house before I left on this expedition. If I had seen your front door, I may have saved myself the heartache.”
Not to self: Pray first, act second.
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