Three Minutes, What the Funk Punk?!... Monday, October 4

I had told Snickers my new schedule before he left. He knew one of my tutoring gigs today was for 11:40am. My student ended up canceling because of a business meeting so I decided to head out for a run.

I left at exactly 11:35am. Snickers called at 11:38am. I missed his call. I missed his call by 3 minutes.

Three.

1....2....3.

At first I was angry at myself. If only I had went out a few minutes later. Being angry at myself was then replaced by being angry at Snickers. He knew I'd be pulling up to tutoring and wouldn't be able to pick up his call.

Then I was just flat out disappointed. I was crushed. I had missed his call and now I'm only assuming that I'll have to wait a month till I am able to hear from him again.

Today marked day one of ninety..... N I N E T Y !!!

QUESTION OF THE DAY...
How much is this going to suck?

QUOTE OF THE DAY...
There are two sides to every question.
-- Protagoras