Today was supposed to be a big day for me, for two reasons. The first reason is that it wraps up this journey. Over. Finished. Done. I could wax on about that topic for at least five minutes (maybe longer), but I won't, because I really want to tell you about reason number two, which is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich from Potbelly. For years, I've been wanting to try it, but I've always chickened out. And I'm not even sure what that really means. It's just that, no matter how certain I am that I'm going to order the PBJ, when the nice person at the counter asks me what I want, I freak out and yell, "Meat sandwich! Meat sandwich!" Today was the day that I was going to conquer my Potbelly / meat sandwich demon. But I didn't.
K and I were supposed to meet downtown at 11:30am this morning for a slightly early lunch. So naturally, at 11:35am, I hit the road for my 15 minute commute, fully expecting to arrive a couple of minutes early for our planned 12:00pm lunch date. Notice any problems yet? By the time I arrived, half of K's lunch hour was gone, making today's Facebook friend meet-up the shortest I'd ever had or ever will have. What a perfect way to end this thing. As much as I hate waiting for others, causing others to have to wait, because of my shortcomings, is so disappointing to me. I absolutely hate the feeling. To make matter worse, by the time I finally got to Potbelly, the line was so long that I didn't even get to attempt to order my PBJ. Poor me.
Fortunately, K is a more patient person than I am, if not more forgiving as well. But she's had practice. If you're like me, you may have gone to law school and heard rumors of a woman that was a class below you. Perhaps you heard that this woman had already completed two years, took some time off, then returned years later to complete her degree, only to find that some silly rules require a person to begin and finish their law school career within x number of years, where this woman was on schedule to finish in x+2 number of years. If you'd heard that much, you may also understand that, by returning to law school, she'd essentially have to start over, go through the hell that is first-year, and do it all over again. And, lastly, if you'd gone to law school, you could certainly appreciate the dedication and perseverance this woman must have had in order to be able to do what she did. Well, today, I finally met this woman.
Because I only had thirty minutes with K, some of my "facts" may be off. If that's the case, I apologize. It was a busy lunch. I had tons of questions, she had tons of answers, and, together, we had no time to spare. I suppose, though, that that's how it goes when somebody is late, and that's one of the consequences of lateness that drives me up the wall. On her end, K didn't seem all that bothered. Maybe that's because she had already ordered her sandwich and was merrily enjoying Potbelly meat and her break from work. Or maybe her law school experience taught her something that I have yet to learn. I'm not sure. I think, in order to figure this out a bit better, I may need more than a half-hour with K. So I'll wait, patiently, for the time when I can see her again, ask her some more questions, and finally, finally order that peanut butter and jelly.