Our first problem today was Not My Fault: when we left for our usual Friday breakfast out, our newspaper had not yet been delivered. We have a routine at these Friday morning meals: we talk in the car, read the paper at the restaurant until our food comes, then talk while we eat and afterward. It’s a good way to ease into the day. So the Cincinnati Enquirer is a part of our routine.
I suggested we stop at a convenient store en route to buy a paper. Next problem: $1.50! I had no idea. I knew they were no longer a quarter, but six of them?! My wallet contained four quarters. Fortunately I got extra quarters from Steve, so I could get the paper. I laid my wallet on top of the stand, put in my six quarters, took out my newspaper, and let the door slam shut, ready for the next patron.
But no! NO! The zipper tab of my lovely wallet that Steve gave me for my birthday was trapped in the door of the newspaper rack. I pulled. I tugged. I did everything I could think of short of wrestling the machine to the ground. It would not give up my wallet. So what else could I do? I walked back over to the car and motioned for Steve to again roll down his window. I asked him for more quarters.
“More? Why?” he reasonably asked, though he had a stash in his car. I explained, and, trying to smother his laughter, he gave me SIX MORE QUARTERS! I carefully put in the quarters, moved my wallet far from the door, took out one more paper, and gently closed the door. I left that newspaper lying on top of the stand as a nice surprise for the next customer.
“I can’t believe I paid three dollars for something we’ll have when we get home!” I grumbled. But Steve assured me the laugh was worth it. “When you came back to the car for more quarters, the look on your face was priceless!” he assured me.
We went to Frisch’s for breakfast, the cheapest place we ever eat on Fridays. (When the grandchildren are with us and we eat at McDonald’s, I guess that’s cheaper.) Our breakfast total was $10.18. I commented on how inexpensive it was, and Steve laughed and said, “But you’ve got to add the three dollars!” True.
Unfortunately, that was not the end of my day’s adventures. Oh, no. Back at home, I changed into exercise clothes and headed for my class at the YMCA. By the time I got set up in the exercise room, I realized a very embarrassing situation: the elastic on my exercise pants was shot. Kaput. NOT holding up the stretch pants. Every time I sat down, I could feel the pants sliding down into my chair. Fortunately, this time I was on the back row so no one was behind me as I surreptitiously pulled up my pants every minute or two. Additional serendipity was that I was behind so many people that I couldn’t be seen in the mirror. At least I hope that was the case.
Since I had errands to run, I shot out of there quickly and headed to our nearby Target, clutching my purse to my side to be sure the pants stayed up. I bought another pair of black exercise pants, took them to the restroom, and put them on. As I left, I gaily flung the offending pants in the Target wastebasket.
After that start, I wasn’t surprised that my car wash took an hour and 15 minutes with no apology or explanation. I wasn’t surprised that the cashier at Kroger gave me the total and charged my card before she entered my eight dollars’ worth of coupons. I wasn’t surprised that I totally forgot the two bags of ice I’d meant to buy.
And now I’m safely home. For lunch I had an apple, cookies, and Cheetos. Not nutritionally sound, but delicious. Tonight we’re going to dinner at an Indian restaurant with dear friends. I’m grateful that now, even though I certainly haven’t mastered the patience thing, I can avoid getting angry about little inconveniences. I can laugh at myself and laugh at such trivial challenges. Life is good.
Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things. Colossians 3:2, NIV