Driving towards his destination in a frantic hurry beads of sweat form on his forebrow. He’s cruising. Everything is whizzing by him in a blur like fresh paint thrown on a canvas. He’s on a mission.
“I gotta get there on time!”
He kept thinking this. Over and over The thought filled him with hope and anxiety at the same time. Looking at the clock brought him back to reality. Still, he had to keep moving. Finally, he pulled up to the spot with his heart pounding. But alas, he was turned away. Anticipation turned to sadness. He was too late. His stomach started to rumble.
“I think I might be sick.”
Heartbroken, he drove off to go about his day. He knew would make it, but the pain of the morning misfire stayed with him for a couple of hours that day. He thought to himself, “10:30.”
He went to bed that night with a fresh determination. He understood he needed to make a lifestyle change. No more being late to important business. He knew what he must do.
The next morning came. He arose freshly rested and ready to go. His stomach was not rumbling anymore. “I have enough time,” he thought. He got dressed and left his apartment. No cruising today. He has time, but the anticipation is still there. Today, however, he can enjoy his morning drive. He passes the wild turkeys crossing the street. He observes the children flocking to the nearby school. The morning is relaxed with the sun smiling at him. Today is going to be a good day. He reaches his destination yet again.
“Welcome to McDonald’s. May I please take your order?”
” Yes, I would like a Sausage, Egg, and Cheese McMuffin combo with water to drink, And that will be all for me ma’am.”
“5.56 at the first window. Please pull forward. Thank you.”
Anticipation turned to joy. The failure of yesterday’s Mcdonald’s breakfast run fades away into the sandy grains of time.
He made it.
[Image Credit Motor Authority]