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“I’m sorry sweetie, I’m really late” I said from my cell phone while standing in the newsroom at 7 p.m. on Friday. I was supposed to be in Fredericton by then. Instead a late announcement (underhandedly slipped onto the newswire at 4 p.m. hoping no one would notice) had me scrambling to write a huge story and kept me stuck at the office. Other reporters are thanked for having stayed late. Other reporters are allowed to leave at 6 p.m. But me, well what could a young woman in her 20s possibly have to do on a Friday night? Nope, she couldn’t possibly have a date she’s been waiting two weeks for?
When I finally escaped and speeded down the highway I just kept thinking, it doesn’t matter soon I will pick him up and whisk him away to enjoy his company for a while. I arrive at his front door and smile at his parents, who have taken to commandeering me for a few minutes every time we have a date. Oh well, I can handle a couple minutes I sigh. It appears they are just sitting down to dinner. Somehow magically I am not only invited to dinner but am shuffled off to the kitchen with a plate being piled with food. Before I know it I am partaking of a three course meal where I must politely try everything (I hate trying new foods) and remain for HOURS. By the time Pete and I arrive back in Saint John we are so exhausted we fall asleep on the futon. I just love it when the fates conspire against me.
When I finally escaped and speeded down the highway I just kept thinking, it doesn’t matter soon I will pick him up and whisk him away to enjoy his company for a while. I arrive at his front door and smile at his parents, who have taken to commandeering me for a few minutes every time we have a date. Oh well, I can handle a couple minutes I sigh. It appears they are just sitting down to dinner. Somehow magically I am not only invited to dinner but am shuffled off to the kitchen with a plate being piled with food. Before I know it I am partaking of a three course meal where I must politely try everything (I hate trying new foods) and remain for HOURS. By the time Pete and I arrive back in Saint John we are so exhausted we fall asleep on the futon. I just love it when the fates conspire against me.