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.