When is a Delay, not a Delay?


I was on the subway, reading a detective story, when the announcement about “an incident at track level” came over the loud speaker for the first of many times. There was a very audible groan from the people on the subway.

I remained calm and managed to nod off for a little bit while clutching the book firmly in both hands. When I woke, we hadn’t moved, but the grouchy mood of the people had transformed into a sadly resigned one.

When I got to the bus terminal, I figured that I was going to be later home than usual. While this was not great, I didn’t let it bother me.

As you read this, you might wonder if I could possibly salvage a Perfect Moment from this mess. When I boarded the bus, I certainly didn’t think I would.  I expected to be ranting and raving about this.

I searched my mind for something earlier in the day, but apart from nice looks and covert smiles from my girlfriend, I was drawing a blank. My morning commute was later than usual because the bus driver wanted to argue with a chemo patient rather than drive the bus.  Classes went well, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say Perfect.

When I got off the bus and started the trudge home, a brief look at the clock mounted near the stop indicated that I wasn’t late at all. In fact, I was probably ten minutes earlier than normal for a Thursday evening.

My internal voice dropped a huge “Huh? like a boulder falling off a mountain and thudding to the ground.

For a weekday, there seemed to have been less construction, but I couldn’t be sure. Whatever the cause, despite being held up, arriving at home early certainly qualifies as Today’s Perfect Moment.

About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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