Thursday, February 26, 2015
I could keep an entire blog on the stupid — but real — reasons why I am late for work. Like today. I walked my dog around the block, but he determined that he could not find a suitable place to poop. Instead of pooping, he planted his feet and stubbornly insisted that I walk him around a different block. This in itself did not make me late. What made me late is the fact that I yelled at him, which only confused and worried him, and so I spent the rest of the morning being overcompensatingly nice to him. That is what slowed me down.