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He Was Too Late
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Unique he was driving his car out of town
he had enough of this being down
he was tired of his downward spiral
he spend too many nights at the local bar
so he decided it was time to get out
as he was driving down the highway
the car came to a sudden stop
and smoke was coming from the hood
no one was seen for miles
seemed like not another soul was in town
he started to panic when he realized he didnt even know where he was
he tried to use his cell phone, no service
he feared his life
if no one rescued him soon,
he might freeze to death
finally...
a bright light came speeding down the highway
it stopped and picked up the poor man
and sped on down the road
the man felt grateful for he thought he was a goner
the truck came upon an icy patch
and spun out of control
running into a semi truck
the man was right about his fate
but before he could change it,
he was too late
I used these very same..
I used the very same words two weeks ago. I have a nephew, now 19, who must have been the biggest the biggest South Park fan ever. He never missed an episode, would practically memorize an entire episode and start reciting it to my sister and her husband. Used to drive them crazy!
Long story short, I figured he would love The Book of Mormon, created by the same guys who did South Park. I got tickets for his birthday and told him about it. He was so excited! I had the tickets, and we made plans to meet in front of the theater at 1:30 (show starts at 2). So what happens? I'm standing in front of the theater, it's 1:30. Where is he? I tried he's cell but it just went to voicemail. I called my sister to ask is she knew where he could be. She had no clue. Here it is, getting close to 2:00, no nephew! Where the hell is he? He knew the address of the theatre, I told him like a dozen times.
Finally, he shows up...at 2:20! We missed the show because this idiot was late! I was so annoyed! I couldnt even talk to him about, I was so mad. Broadway tickets aren't cheap you know. Anyway, I called my sister back to tell her what her genius son did. You know what she said? He wasn't late! How could she say that? The show started at 2:00. Don't you think anyone with half a brain would know to come BEFORE the show starts, not AFTER the show starts! Is my sister crazy too? She kept saying 'He was only 20 minutes late. Couldn't you have told them to not start the show until he got there?' Omg! Can you believe that? What planet is she living on? I'm sorry, I realize you have better things to do than to listen to my story. My point is, she kept insisting he wasn't late. He was too! I kept repeating it. He was too late! He was too late! I felt like when we were kids and used to fight all the time. Of course he was late. HE WAS TOO LATE!! What the hell's the matter with her?