I did this today. Last night, the pretty little weather girl stated there would "be heavy rain marked by occasional thunderstorms." I thought to myself, great, hopefully its so bad when I awaken, anybody originally planning on going out, will just stay home. For those gung ho enough to go out in this weather, they can do calls(RVs), and they're all adult enough to organize that themselves. Well, the little pretty weather girl turned out to be a dirty, filthy, stinkin liar. To be fair, it was gloomy, with a minor trickle effect, but not the El Nino she was talkin about. So I threw on some khakis, grabbed a wrinkle proof Geoffrey Beene that matched somewhat and a tie, out the door and in the car. On the way there, I read the Daily Text, and was debating whether or not I could stretch it to fit a theme for field service or not.
As I drove up the hill to the house where we meet, I spot the vehicle of another elder who's in the same group. He can be the most annoying person you could ever meet. He moves to his own drum, and he becomes more aloof the older he gets. Both he and his wife are old school pioneers. They have the tenacity of cockroaches. There's a side of me that can respect that, but this morning I just wasn't in the mood. I saw their vehicle, and gritted my teeth and decided to go through with it. Then I got a little closer, and I spotted another vehicle. The owner of this car, is the sensitive congregation whiner. Every Kingdom Hall comes with one. If your car gets a flat tire, her car's transmission went. If you catch the flu, well she caught the bubonic plague. Your husband left you, well her husband left her and occasionally comes back to beat her. The worst mistake you can make with her, is ask her how she's doing it. But not just ask, ask her genuinely, and even allow time for her to tell you. Some days I'd rather trade places with Helen Keller (even in the grave) than hear that broken record. Today was one of them. I felt the worst feeling of dread and irritability upon seeing both of those vehicles this morning. I turned a U-ey so fast, you could hear my tires peeling. Gunned it down the hill, and headed back home. Walked in the door, tore my clothes off like Superman, disconnected my phone, turned off all the lights, turned on my fan, and jumped back in the bed. I didnt get back up until 2:37pm. You know what? It felt good. Really good.
You ever do that? Whether it be going to the meeting or field service? Get to your destination and say to yourself, "screw this"?