Our Son’s Morning

I use this blog to post a lot of my misadventures in life.  I tend to have funny (and sometimes that means hilarious, and sometimes just peculiar) situations that occur on a pretty regular basis.  Throw in my penchant for exaggeration and I can often bring a smile to people’s faces with my storytelling.
               Unfortunately, the attraction that funny situations have for me (I am a weird magnet!) has apparently been passed on to our son. He had a morning that rivaled one of my own and it went like this:

               He woke up a bit late, which started his morning poorly.  He had an important meeting scheduled at work and wanted to get there in time to be “ready.”  So he took a very quick shower – or tried to!  The shower backed up, so it was quicker than he wanted, and he made a note to contact the plumber that day.            

Pulling out of his driveway, he noticed – unhappily – that his gas tank was a bit low.  He stopped for gas by the interstate.  Pulling adjacent to the pump and pulling out his wallet, he was dismayed to find that he’d left his credit card at home.  But huzzah!  He had $4 and figured he could get a couple of gallons.  (Okay, one gallon, but that would get him to work and back home later).

               He went into the station and tried to be patient while he waited in line to hand over the four dollars.  When he returned to his car the gas tank had somehow become “locked,” which of course he didn’t notice until he had sprayed half the gas ($2.00 worth) onto the side of the car and his pants and shoes.  He got the tank unlocked and pumped in the remaining half gallon.  Being fully aware that this was not sufficient to get him where he needed to go, he headed home to retrieve his credit card.

               Time being of the essence, as the meeting was looming ever closer; he was expecting the ten-minute drive to seem long.  He was not disappointed!  He immediately got behind farm equipment (it is April in Ohio, after all) and was unable to pass them.  Upon arriving home, he raced into the house and grabbed his card – no time to change clothes!

               He drove back to the gas station but again had the fortune to get behind farm equipment going somewhere to create food for us.  He finally got to the station, used his card to fill the tank, and left hurriedly to get to work.

               He arrived in downtown Dayton and at his office with good news and bad news.  The good news was he had one minute to spare before the meeting was scheduled to begin.  The bad news was he reeked of gasoline and his shoes squeaked every time he took a step.

               Plunking into his seat and opening his computer was the final straw on the camel’s back – the mandatory meeting had been canceled!

               There must be an adage or funny saying to cover this type of morning.  In my world, it’s just called “business as usual.” Or, as our son would say, “welcome to it!”