How Time Flies When I Am In A Hurry (standard:Inspirational stories, 894 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Sep 10 2005	Views/Reads: 3792/2287	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Have you ever noticed that when you are on vacation time goes by rapidly? According to my calculations (and I'm the first to admit I didn't do well in calculus), the average minute during vacation time is less than 20 seconds. This is one reason time goes

Have you ever noticed that when you are on vacation time goes by
rapidly? According to my calculations (and I'm the first to admit I 
didn't do well in calculus), the average minute during vacation time is 
less than 20 seconds. This is one reason time goes by so quickly on 
vacation. 

The other reason, as everyone knows, is that during a vacation week
there are no days beginning with the letter “T.” Now, you know why your 
vacation went by so quickly this summer. There are always reasons if 
you are willing to dig hard enough. 

Now, if this is true, the question plaguing my mind is: where does all
that time go? 

Have you ever noticed that when you are in a hurry to go somewhere it
usually takes twice as long to get there? It does not matter what time 
of day it is, or which day it is for that matter, for when you are 
running a tad late for some appointment across town, Old Father Time 
insists that you go through an intricate obstacle course. It is his way 
of having a little fun. After all, the old boy needs some kind of 
diversion. 

For example, if I am leisurely driving across town with plenty of time
on my hands, I never hit a red light. Every traffic light is green and 
there have been times when I have arrived at my destination 10 minutes 
before I left. 

On the other hand, if I am in a hurry and running just the slightest
late, this is immediately brought to the attention of Father Time. He 
rubs his hands with glee and begins his work. Immediately, every 
traffic light in town is on the alert for my arrival. Their instruction 
from Father Time is quite simple. “When you see Rev. Snyder coming, 
turn red.” 

Sometimes all the attention Father Time gives me embarrasses me. 

Then there is the train on 17th Street. I can travel this street for
weeks and never see that train. There have been times when I have 
wondered if the train has ceased running. 

Then, I am in a hurry and everything changes. It has yet to fail me.
When running late, the train always runs slow and, on my honor, the 
longest and slowest train is reserved for me. 

Perhaps the worse time trick Old Father Time plays on me is at the
checkout counter. The checkout personnel are especially trained by 
Father Time. In one week alone, I found 17 days that I lost during my 
vacation in 1978, just at a checkout counter. 

Last week my wife and I were in a hurry to some appointment. It really
does not matter what the appointment was, we never really got there, 
thanks to Old Father Time. On the way to this appointment, I said 
something quite foolish to my wife. (What husband hasn't?) 

“Honey,” I said as innocently as any husband can, “I need to stop at the
grocery store for something.” Right then a huge red light went off to 
alert Father Time of my intention. That wasn't enough. I also told her, 
as I jumped out of the car, “This will only take a minute.” With that, 
I bounded into the store. 

This put Old Father Time into hysterics. He lives for this kind of
situation. 

When I got in the store, I knew exactly where the item was that I
needed. Voila ... somehow, store management had a premonition that I 
would be coming in this day and that I would be in a hurry. They did 
the only thing they could do in that situation — completely rearrange 
the store — all in my honor. 

Now, not only was I in a hurry but also I could not find the product I
was after. If I wasn't a man, I could asked for directions. 

My wife, tired of waiting in the car, came in and found the item for me.
Now all I needed to do was get it through the checkout. 



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