I am an impatient driver. Tis true.
I left my house at 11am today to get to a dentist appointment at 11:20, to a place which is only ten minutes away.
Sounds like a good plan, right?
Except I was behind SOMEONE who was driving slower than Christmas. Speed limit, 45. She was doing between 20 and 25. And I couldn't pass her.
I called the dentist to let them know I'd be late because AN IDIOT was in front of me!
Surprise, surprise. The IDIOT turned into the same parking lot as me. I whipped around and found a parking space and ran into the dentist office, only 5 minutes late. I was still grumbling under my breath when I saw the IDIOT who was in front of me finally choose a spot, park, and exit her vehicle. She was going to the dentist too.
The entire right side of her face was swelled to epic proportions. She had a mixture of pus and blood dripping out of the corner of her mouth. She walked to the front, where the receptionist apologized and said they couldn't fit this lady in until at least 2pm. Maybe even later.
Suddenly, I'm the one who feels like an IDIOT.
"Excuse me." I break into their conversation. "She can have my appointment."
The receptionist is stunned. The woman in pain starts to cry. The receptionist reminds me that no more cleaning appointments are available until October. I nod, it's fine by me. "Please, I'm not in pain. She can go. I can wait."
The lady turns to me. She mumbles "Thank you" through her swollen jaw. "I just moved here, and I hurt so bad. Thank you for helping me." I give her a quick hug and tell her I hope she feels better soon.
Maybe I wasn't running late after all.