I’m OK. You’re not OK

I’m OK. You’re not OK

I was late for a meeting last week.

Nothing I could do about it. Obviously.

I had to scrape ice off the car to start with. Didn’t have time to listen to the weather forecast the night before. Too busy.

Then the Motorway was incredibly slow. Monday morning. Always like that on Monday mornings.

And then the battery on my phone died, so it was impossible to navigate to the car park I had in mind. Which, when I finally got there, was full. So I had to find another one.

Nightmare. But like I said, not my fault.

Later in the week, my friend John was late for a meeting with me. He’s always late is John.

The way I see it, he never sets off in time, and then he forgets how long it takes to get through town to our house. He really should know by now how long it takes at that time of day.

And more than likely he had to stop for petrol (again!) and didn’t allow time for that.

I don’t know what it is with John. It’s either that he’s rude or just doesn’t think. Or just stupid maybe?

Anyway, here’s hoping I don’t have the same problems getting to a meeting this week. I just seem to be unlucky sometimes.

Not like John. Obviously.

I’m OK then. But John? Don’t get me started.