Friday night, dinner with friends.
Unknowingly, my GPS took me to the wrong address.
Finally found a parking spot, several blocks away
from the WRONG address.
Late and short tempered, I walked back to my car and
drove past the RIGHT address several times.
Head lights blurred through my foggy windshield
challenging my already compromised night vision.
I wanted to turn around, profusely apologize to my friends,
explain I wouldn't be good company.
Thirty minutes late I arrived, desperate to shake off by state of mind.
And I did, quickly, and easily.
A testament to good company and understanding friends.
Amazing food, comforting conversation
helped to wash the disappointments away.
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