I walked into the café at the height of lunch time. Upon entering the queue, the counterwoman announced “There is a 35-minute wait for…” distracted by her colleague, she broke off, which left me wondering, “What will I do?!” Today was not the day for a caffeinated monkey wrench. Terminator style, I immediately calculated my options within walking distance. The numbers were in and, given the perimeters of the day and the newly imposed time obstacle, I did a 180 toward the door, when I heard, “There is a 30-minute wait for lunch.” Immediate 180, I’m back in line and on schedule.
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