Last week, I was late to my board meeting.
It seemed unfair, since I had left the house early enough to swing by the bank, then by the coffee shop, and still make it to the meeting early. But... being late let me enjoy something we see far too little of around here.
Here's how it played out.
I left the house early, swung by the bank and made a deposit. The sun was shining. The air was dry. The news on the radio was mumbling about drouts.
I pulled into the lot for the coffee shop, and found it fairly full. I had to park across the way, but the weather was nice, and for once it wasn't beastly hot, so the walk was pleasant. I still had more than plenty of time....
I carried with me my phone, my credit card holder, and my coffee card.
I ordered my latte, paid, and then, coffee in hand, turned toward the door.
Just in time to see the rain start coming down in sheets. Sideways. (Well, okay, not exactly sideways, but at about a 45 degree angle).
I had no pockets. I had no purse. I had no way to protect the ever-so-touchy-about-water phone. So I waited.
And went outside and waited under the overhang/roof over the walk way.
And edged toward the end, so I could take advantage of any lull....
I tucked my phone into the waist of my skirt, and took off my leather flat shoes, and held them over the phone... and waited.
There was a lull, I dashed across the lot to the next building, and lurked under THAT overhand.
And watched the rain come back with renewed vigor... .and hail.
Eventually, there was another lull, and I dashed to the car. I got a tad wet, but the phone stayed dry.
At that point, I had ten minutes left to make the fifteen minute drive.
But I got to look at this for about half the trip:
I made it to the meeting ALMOST on time... and they understood.