Waiting

Several of us were going to get together with the physical therapist at her apartment for an evening of relaxation and intense movie watching. We had rented "Despicable Me" and I, the Northerner, had headed over at the appointed time for the relaxation to commence. As I pulled into the carpark I had a sneaking feeling that the others weren't on time. Why? Because of my immense powers of observation, that's why. Alright, honest truth? I noticed none of the other members of the relaxation-league were anywhere in sight. I shrugged thinking that they had just run out quickly for something and left someone at the apartment. This assumption left me sitting in my truck for quite some time.

When I got bored of listening to the radio, lying across the seats, and being cold as ice, I decided to wait inside. As I sat in the hallway outside of the therapist's door a tough looking neighbor walked by with his laundry and out to his car and proceeded to pull away without saying a word. I phoned the therapist, but she left her phone right inside the door. I heard it ring and beep as I phoned, texted, and nearly left a message. I phoned the others, numbers had changed since the last time I'd been in town and I ended up getting the voicemail of a "Rob" mis-texting a "Sarah" and leaving a message on what I hoped and prayed was the Unemployed. I was unsuccessful in all my communication attempts and beginning to wonder at how many Oreos I could eat without anyone noticing any significant dent in the supply.

Approximately 20 minutes later the neighbor waltzed back through the door. On his way by he offered a "warm place to wait" in his apartment and smiled a hopeful smile. I politely declined stating that my friend was "on her way". This was an unsubstantiated statement presented with the best of false confidence. 30-40 minutes had passed and I was about to give up and go home.

After much texting, phoning, messaging, and praying my friends finally arrived with fast food and many apologizes. We laughed, reassured, and got down to the business of relaxing. At least the waiting whet my appetite for relaxation and Oreo cookies.