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Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Wow, a whole week has gone by without my pithy comments littering my little page here. As they say, timing is everything. I’ve been thinking about timing for a few days now. Letting the idea fester in my brain like a pus-filled boil. There is good timing and bad timing. For example, I just filled the tank of the truck with gas. I paid $1.399 per gallon. Tonight on my way home, gas prices had increased to $1.539 per gallon. Good timing. What’s the deal on gas prices anyway? Christ! Of course an example of bad timing would be driving into work and hitting all 23 red lights. I had to stop at every damned light, no really, every one of them. Just damn! Some might say it was good timing. Others might say it was bad timing. I think it was great timing the day I met my future wife…the lovely Priscilla.
I used to be a radio D.J. in Gainesville Ga. (Radio is where I developed my timing.) I used to go to this little coffee shop where I would proceed to drink gallons of coffee and smoke packs of cigarettes. (My favorite pastime) This one particular day, I went to my regular hangout to get juiced before my show as I always did. Except on that faithful day, I decided to go about an hour earlier than usual. As I was playing cards, a task I take extremely seriously, this beautiful young lass steps into the room, sat at a nearby table and proceeds to imbibe her frou-frou latte drink. I was so enthralled by her stunning beauty that I tossed away two hands. (Some might say I tossed away more than just a couple of card hands.) When she got up to leave, I followed her to the cashier and said, “Before you leave, I have to know your name.” She said, “Priscilla” and walked out the door.
As I was saying, timing is everything. Had I been at the coffee shop at my regular time, she would have been gone and I wouldn’t have lost the card game. Just Damn!
posted by Dax Montana 4:29:02 AM
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