Monday, April 10, 2006

Good things come to those who wait


It seems that cool things always happen on rainy days when Daphne's around.The two of us decided to show school spirit and attend a regional swim meet in Murray. When? Awhile ago. By the time we got there, the parking lot was full and we would have had to park at least a mile away. There were people coming in and out of the building though, so there was a chance we could snatch a spot up close. Sure enough, there was one. Daphne drove towards it, and as we approached we saw a big white SUV that wanted our spot as well. You don't argue with those big vehicles, they always win. Circling around again, we found a spot that was even closer then that one was. We got all excited, until we sighted another car that was going to take our precious spot. Great, just great that's 0 and 2, I thought. However, the lady that took our first spot was headed towards it on foot. She saw us get upset at the red truck that was going in for our prime second choice, and like a saint stood right in the middle of it until he had passed so we could take it. Amazing I tell you. We couldn't have parked closer, which was a blessing in the pouring rain. It's like they all say, good things come to those who wait.

Oh, and in case you were all wondering, I did get to see the Smelly Old Goat swim, for once in my life. She was amazing, and won the race I saw her swim. You little champ you.

3 comments:

Melissa said...

Whoa, that woman in the parking lot was fabulous. Daphne's pretty fabulous too since rain apparently puts her in touch with the cosmit infinite.

Sidenote: I never did attend any of my Edge's swim meets. I'm glad you got to see yours.

Melissa said...

Make that cosmic infinite. Sheesh, my sloppy typing is messing with my meaning.

Joslynn said...

I find this story incredibley ironic, as most of my experiences with Daphne have resulted in nearly fatal automobile accidents. Being late for a movie does not justify turning right at every stoplight just to avoid the red. That, and tragedy at a Wal-Mart parking lot have summed up my experiences in Daphne's car. However, I am glad that she is learning to be patient and tame her boiling, festering road rage. We should all applaud, for she did remove the baseball bat from her trunk.