Get me to the airport on time (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 28 2012	Views/Reads: 2411/1728	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I was off to the airport on another trip. I started out early, arrived at the airport on time but when I arrived the plane had canceled and I had to apply for another plane. The next plane headed for my destination was about two hours away. This would in

I was off to the airport on another trip. I started out early, arrived
at the airport on time but when I arrived the plane had canceled and I 
had to apply for another plane. The next plane headed for my 
destination was about two hours away. This would in fact, make me miss 
my connecting flight. 

I suppose I ought to be grateful that I was able to catch a later
flight. It gave me some time to sit in the airport with nothing to do 
but think. Talk about a boring afternoon! 

One of the things I thought about was never flying again. But, necessity
is the mother of inconvenience, or something like that. 

While I was thinking in the airport, I thought of a wise old man who,
waxing philosophical, once said, “Time waits for no man.” I know he was 
wise because he did not include women in his observation. Although time 
will wait for no man, it has a different approach to women. 

Usually speaking, a man welcomes the passing of time. Proudly he
displays those wrinkles and calluses as marks of manhood. Until 
recently, gray hair was a crown of authority. Even Solomon, the wisest 
man said, “The hoary [gray] head is a crown of glory, if it be found in 
the way of righteousness” (Proverbs 16:31 KJV). 

The grayer the head, the wiser the man. Although, I must confess I have
seen my share of dumb gray-headed men. 

A woman, however, has an altogether different philosophy when it comes
to time. As a man with gray hair, I do not fully understand their 
philosophy. 

I suppose there are some men who would like to be 25 again. Most men,
however, are happy to be as old as they are. Women are different. They 
live upon the concept of ageless beauty. Who am I, as a man, to counter 
that philosophy? 

I discovered this many years ago. A woman casually asked me how old I
thought she was. I have long since discovered that this is no casual 
question and she is not looking for exact information. I, at the time, 
took it as a challenge and tried to guess her age. 

Wrong! 

I have since learned that the correct response to this question is,
“Why, you don't look a day over 25.” I do not know exactly what that 
means, but I have often gotten smiles from this response. No matter how 
old the woman is, in her mind she is still 25. 

The man has a different idea. 

“I'm 60,” he will boast to whoever will listen, “and I can still do a
whole day's work.” Then he will go out and throw his back out just to 
prove it. 

Time has a different effect upon a man as it does upon a woman. 

There is nothing wrong with trying to look younger. I suppose it is an
easier task to do if you are a woman than if you are a man. 

Every morning before I leave the house I try to make myself as non-scary
to the public as I possibly can. I will scrape my face, pat down my 
hair, and douse myself with aftershave and in 10 minutes I am done and 
ready for the world. 

I have noticed that the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage takes a lot
longer than 10 minutes to get ready to face the world. I must admit she 
does a very good job of it, but I also must admit it takes a long time 
and it seems each year it gets longer. 

I do not want to call attention to myself. I just want to get through
the day and back home again. I know I am not as young as I used to be 
but I take consolation in the fact that I am older than I used to be. 
And hand in hand with good old Father Time, I have walked down the 
wonderful timeline. 



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