Why Did I Get Up This Morning? (standard:humor, 908 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Oct 15 2017	Views/Reads: 1807/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I rejoiced all the way back to my car. At least I wasn’t late.

All day long, I've had this burning question in my mind. One of those
questions you just cannot shake and as the day progressed, it loomed 
larger and larger until I had to address it. Personally, I would like 
to have addressed it, put a stamp on it and send it to Timbuktu. I just 
do not know the ZIP code. 

It all began first thing in the morning. Some days try to trick you into
thinking it's going to be a good day by starting the day off perfect. 
Such was not the case with this day. 

The amazing thing about this day was it started bad and just got worse
as the day wore on. Some days start out bad and then improve by noon. 
These days I do not mind. I figure the day is trying to play tricks 
with my mind. I would not mind if I only knew the rules or if my mind 
could win at least occasionally. 

The day began with me oversleeping. It really was not my fault; the
alarm clock did not go off. When I looked at my alarm clock, the 
numbers were blinking indicating sometime during the night the 
electricity went off. It is my personal opinion the electric company 
does this intentionally. The electric only has to flicker and all of 
the digital clocks go on blinking mode. This is a cruel trick 
perpetrated by our friendly electric company just to show us who is 
really boss. 

When I checked the real time, I discovered I was late. Have you ever
noticed when you oversleep it is the day you have an early-morning 
appointment? Why is it nobody ever oversleeps on his or her day off? 

As quick, as I could, I got ready. While I was shaving, however, I
nicked my face. It was one of those little nicks that just does not 
stop bleeding, no matter what you do. I had blood all over my face even 
dripping down onto my T-shirt. 

I quickly dressed and scampered into the kitchen to grab a cup of hot
coffee. In my grabbing, I managed to spill the hot coffee on my shirt. 
Now that I am running late, I have to stop what I am doing, run back to 
the bedroom and put on a new shirt. It was a good thing because not 
only did my shirt have coffee stains on it there was a nice splash of 
blood on it as well. 

I grabbed the keys to the car and dashed out the front door. By now, I
was only 30 minutes late and even so, I could make the appointment. 
When I started up the car, I heard that familiar dinging indicating I 
was low on gasoline. 

There are times in your life when you must make a quick decision. I
estimated by looking at the fuel gauge that I probably had enough gas 
to get to my appointment, but would have to get gas right after. 

To stop and get gas at this time would cause me to be that much later. I
can always get gas after my meeting. 

Some educated guesses have never been to school or if they have, they
sure did not pay attention. 

While driving to my appointment, I was trying to think about the
appointment and what I would do and what I would say and all that sort 
of thing. Even though I was running late, I could be at least well 
prepared for the meeting. As long as when I arrived at the meeting I 
was well prepared, all would be right. 

Then I heard a sputter. It was a familiar sputter. As I looked at the
fuel gauge, it was blinking “Empty.” At the time, it seemed to be a 
rather sarcastic blinking. In between sputters, I thought I heard a 
giggle. Cars seem to know when you are late and, most importantly, how 
much gas is needed to get to your appointment. I think it has something 
to do with all of the electronic equipment installed in the car at the 
factory. If it takes three gallons to get to your appointment the car, 
somehow needs 3 ½ gallons. 

Undaunted by this latest development I coasted the car off to the side
of the road and parked it. Looking at my watch I figured, if I put a 
hurry to it, I could walk to the meeting. Of course, I would be late, 
but I had a good explanation for my tardiness. Everybody has 
experienced this sort of a day and so they would understand. 

I walked as fast as I could, hoping with every step that I would make up
some time. 

When I arrived at my meeting, I discovered a bit of information that
completely floored me. 

"I'm Rev. Snyder and I'm here for a meeting." I said between panting. 

"What meeting is that?" the secretary asked. 

I explained about the meeting and that I was running just a little bit
late. 

"Oh, Rev. Snyder," she said with a smirk on her face, "that meeting has
been postponed until tomorrow. 

Walking back to my car a verse of Scripture danced in the back of my
mind. "This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be 
glad in it." (Psalms 118:24 KJV). 

I rejoiced all the way back to my car. At least I wasn't late.


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