Just so you don’t think I’m a hopeless case, I do have a quick funny story to share with you.
Today I had to go to a lunch appointment. I knew about it in advance and drove my car downtown so I could get there on time. I carefully planned to take the earlier train back to my car so I could make it not only on time, but, wait for it, early. Yes, I know that’s practically unheard of for a perpetually late person like myself. For once I just really wanted to be on time.
I saw that the time for the train’s arrival was coming up fast, so I hurried out of the building so I could catch it. Just as I was crossing the street, I saw the train pulling in. I swear that I checked to make sure it said “Sandy” and it had three cars just like most of the Sandy trains do, so I climbed right on.
As we pulled into the second station I happened to glance at the clock on my phone. Strange, I thought, that the train seems to have come early. I’m really glad that I left the office when I did so I could make it. As the train started turning onto 4th South instead of continuing to the Courthouse, That’s when I realized my mistake: I’d taken the wrong train!
Being me, I immediately started laughing to myself and was glad I hadn’t gone any further. I got off the train at the next stop and waited for another train to take me back to where I could catch the right train. Of course, this made me slightly late to my lunch appointment, but oh well. It all turned out to be okay.
I can honestly say that I’ve never taken the wrong train before, but there’s a first time time for everything. Today appears to have been that day for me.