I'm off to the Poconos from our Long Island home for two nights in our home there before taking our daughter to Suny at Binghamton where she is a sophmore and working as an RA-(resident assistant) so has to be on campus two weeks before other students. Anyway-went for a haircut two days ago-in a bit of a rush too. I like two of the 10 hairstylists or so, One was out. My barber was there. Place was empty so I waited.One other customer waiting for my barber too-middle aged guy-a bit older than me. He was first and with my luck got the works...a full shave with seat tilted horizontally-40 minutes- no beard. I asked barber how long and when he said another half hour-I took a walk-came back and finally got my haircut. Why can't the other guy shave like me...at home?
Ok-now I was really rushing. I had to return a package at post office for wife. She buys from TV constantly-Homeshopping-QVC-whatever and returns half the items. I had to pee badly. Small line in post office. Of the two people ahead of me-one sending packages to Outer Mongolia or somewhere while the other window had the customer examining sheets of stamps. She couldn't make up her mind. " Buy the freakin' flowers", I muttered. They're stamps. Who the hell cares? You're not collecting them. !!! I finally went and had a fast transaction and saw a huge line behind me now. Once in the parking lot, another woman parked her car in the No Parking Zone by the post office. "Lazy bitch", I muttered, hoping her car was towed. I made it home before I wet my pants. I'm going to slow down as soon as I stop rushing. Now I have to battle the lines at the gas station It's a good thing I'm on vacation this week. I'm really never in so much of a hurry. It seems all I do is rush until the next thing I gotta do. I hope I can relax. I don't mind the long drives coming up. Like the words of the Olympic sprinter, Jessie Owens, " I'm running a little fast"