Sometimes life throws you a curve ball and you have to make a decision. These decisions are never easy, never fun, and usually end up hurting someone. Therefore, they are the things in life we dread. However, some idiot long ago said that they make you stronger. I don't know about that, they seem to make me much weaker.
This morning, I was faced with one of those decisions. I left my house as I usually do, throwing the dog in her kennel, grabbing my 80 bags, jacket half zipped and some type of breakfast product in my hand. Typically spilling on myself. I got in my car and began to drive. I was late. I wanted to leave earlier than I had, but that just didn't happen. We had a showing at our condo today, and thus, in my feverish panic of a departure, I also had to leave the condo spotless. Kara + Spotless = disaster
I get in my car.
I begin to drive.
Breakfast in hand.
I look at my gas gauge, it is blinking that evil red. That evil red eye that just glares at me telling me, "You dumb A*$, you have forgotten to feed me once again. I haul your behind all around town, and you don't even have the decency to fill me up with the toxic fuel of life I call gasoline" Stop looking at me gas gauge. If I ignore you, I know you will go away.
Herein lies the problem. The road has diverged in the woods and I have two potential paths.
Path #1: Nourish myself with the fuel of life, Coffee.
Path #2: Nourish the car with the fuel of it's life, Gasoline.
Path #1 means those in the impending morning seminar will not hate me, and I will be a tolerable human throughout the morning.
Path #2 ensures that I make it to said seminar in order for said people to enjoy my company.
Path #1 or Path #2. And you may be laughing and thinking this is all a joke, but it really is not. Do I coast in to that class with coffee in hand, but likely just fumes in my car? Or do I fill er up and have to sit miserably through a 4 hour seminar on Tax Increment Financing and Real Estate Tax petitions????
WHAT TO DO??? THE ROAD HAS DIVERGED IN THE WOODS.
And so, I did what any responsible person would do which was....get coffee. No, I'm kidding, I got gas.
Which turned out to be an excellent choice as I arrived at the class location with 2 minutes to spare, only to realize I had gone to the wrong place. Yea, the car would not have made it to the actual class site without that gas refill. My mood, it was appropriately soured.
In summary, let me express my public apology to those at the Minnesota Association of Realtors (MNAR) seminar this morning for my lack of human fuel. My Mazda CX7 thanks you all for your patience and kindness.