Please, Lord, I Was Already Sorry

If you see me tonight, you will notice I am limping.

Not as bad as I'll want to limp, however.

My left ankle is injured.

I kept thinking all morning about 

those football players

from Sunday's game and how they would

 not even notice this minor problem. 

Ouch, ouch.

No, not really.  It doesn't hurt sitting down!

I could not figure out what I had done to cause

this problem.

Did I sleep wrong on it?

Was it the marathon shoe-trying-on-spree

Susan put me through yesterday?

(She's determined to get me a new shoe

wardrobe--and rightly so!)

And then it came to me.

On the way home from the shoe thing 

I was hungry.

I heard a commercial on the radio for

Arby's Hawaiian roll roast been sandwich.

Yum.  Just what I needed wanted.

And right on my way!

So...I wheeled in to the drive through.

There was one car ahead of me.

"Good.  This won't take long."

I played a little Scrabble on my phone.

I pondered..."Is it taking him/her this long to make

up his/her mind?"

I rolled a little closer.  (Hint, hint!)

I lectured myself about patience and that this

was definitely a first world problem.

I would guess I actually waited 10 minutes.

The cars behind me in line were

beginning to honk.  (Well---one did.)

And the car just sat there.

I was completely trapped.  No escape.

I hope none of you were in that line,

because...

I had finally HAD IT.

I threw open my car door and 

stormed up the sidewalk into the building.

Yes, I really did.

I opened the door and said yelled,

"What is the deal with the drive-thru?"

They looked shocked but didn't answer,

so I said yelled it again!

The girl standing near the drive-thru 

window finally said, "Our system (speaker)

is completely down."

So I said, "Why didn't you send

someone out there to tell us?"

And stormed out.

By the time I got back to my car,

and reported to the lady behind me

in line, the car ahead of me had

finally moved.

I imagine seeing me go inside made him/her

rethink their decision to sit there

the rest of the night!

In answer to your next expected question.

No, I did not get my sandwich.

I drove out when I finally could, after at

least 20 minutes.

I was afraid they would do something

mean to my sandwich.

I'm sure I twisted my ankle in my haste

to set Arby's straight.

Please forgive me, Lord.

I am really sorry that I acted in such an

unladylike, unchristian, manner.

And I sincerely hope nobody who knows

me, except You, saw it.

And that my ankle is better tomorrow.

And I am sooo hungry for one of those

Hawaiian roast been sandwiches.