It all started when I was about to wrap up for the day. The guy I've been doing this job for is a contractor I've known for 10 yrs. It was late, I guess..about 7pm. He insisted that I come have dinner...his treat. We went to a local Italian restaurant. It was good. Well, a free meal is always good in my opinion! But the food was good, and we had a great conversation. Like I said, I've known him for 10 yrs, but in the last week, I've really begun to feel he's become a friend. It was a nice dinner. When we left, he had a flat tire. Luckily, there was a Pep Boys just down the street. We pulled the tire off and walked it down there. He decided that instead of just getting a replacement for the flat that he would pay for a new set. Just get the flat replaced tonight, then he made arrangements to come back tomorrow and get the other 3 tires replaced. Ok..cool. When we first walked up with the flat, there was a woman standing there outside, waiting to be taken care of. She obviously needed a new tire, I could tell, since she had the "space saver" spare on her car.
I was appalled when the guy came out and got my friends wheel, to put the new tire on, while she was still waiting to be taken care of. Sorry...I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but that was bullcrap. And I let the guy know it. She was there before us. Just because my friend was spending more money was no excuse. I let him have it. When he used the excuse of "well, I just do what I'm told", I went inside and let the manager have it. She was REALLY unhappy with me! But I was right, and I knew it, and so did everyone else.
We did end up getting out of there before the woman I tried to help, but before we left they came out, took her bad tire off and were in the process of replacing it. So why do I feel like an idiot? Because, after I "went off", I went back outside where she was waiting. We had a nice conversation while I was waiting for my friend to get his new tire. While we were talking, I knew my friend was going to ask the question...did you get her number? Nothing against him, but it's just so typical. And, of course when we left, that's the first thing he said. I laughed, and told him I knew he would ask me that. I was just trying to do the right thing. But after we got the wheel put on, got back to his office, and I was headed home I thought...why didn't I get her number? She was obviously single. She was around my age, I would guess. And she was quite pretty...slim, long blond hair, pretty eyes, and a great rear end!
So, again...why do I feel like an idiot? Because maybe I am. So many times I have not recognized that very opportunity until later. Twice in my life it wasn't later. Lord knows that I'm not looking for a relationship! But I wasn't looking for one when I met my ex-wife. And regardless of how it ended up, I'm glad I took that chance. And my only other love...again, it ended in "failure", but I took the chance and I'm damned glad for it. So, I must be an idiot for not being able to see those opportunies until it's too late! Oh, well...it's the story of my life!
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