Worry, worry, toil and trouble.
It’s one of the things I do best. Get anxious. Overwhelmed. Way too worried.
I was feeling all those things last Friday morning. I knew what I had to do, and I knew I had to get it over with.
A deadline was approaching. And the days weren’t getting any longer.
I washed my hair in readiness. Put on more “face” than I normally would on a Friday morning, or any other morning for that matter.
I chose what I believed to be a becoming shirt for the occasion. I wanted to present a nice image.
In readiness, I also packed some cookies. Experience has taught me that the process can take some amount of time, and I certainly didn’t want to be hungry when my number was called. I was stressed enough without having a growling stomach.
Of course, my Kindle was at the ready, too. I had charged it to the fullest and had what I thought was an engaging book to occupy the time, one that would get me through the interminable morning and perhaps into early afternoon. I even had a backup. Just in case.
I also had both sets of eyeglasses, which I knew I would need. Distance and near. Couldn’t be over-prepared.
When I arrived, the parking lot was full, as I knew it would be. The clouds had released a torrential rain so all that hair and face preparation went down the drain, so to speak.
Soaked to the bone, I had barely settled into a fairly comfortable seat when it all started.
They called my number.
Things proceeded so quickly, I never had time to worry. Next thing I knew, it was over.
After five minutes, yes, five short, and I might add, five very pleasant minutes, I had a brand new driver’s license.
Sallie Collins enjoys living on the banks of the May River and writes about it in her blog, www.LifeOnTheMay.com, from which this article is taken.
